CUPID

Cupid,
When you change from marble to becoming mobile,
When you step off your pedestal

To set your pudgy bare feet on ground,
Shoot arrows at eyes to blind and create
What mankind calls "love,"

You teach us, what we call "love" is an affliction
Caused by the skilled aim of a child,
A child so self-indulgent, the child became overweight.

Cupid, as we know you, your ages never changes,
Cupid, you are incapable of growth
As the loves your arrows create.

Now, if the myths had created you, Cupid, old,
Your shaky hands would have missed the target,
And love might have existed in this world of lust.