Fu*k Love

I say fuck love and tie that little bastard cupid up
Pluck his feathers off one by one
Strangle his neck, draining him down an inch
Just barely alive, but nearly dead
Hang him by what remains of wings
Treat him like a bloody pinata
Put a nail in that bat and carve my name in his fat
Pick up cupids arrow and light it aflame
Now let’s see if love hits its mark

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