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The Life of Cupid

March 2, 2021
By Rune DIAMOND, Tama, Iowa
Rune DIAMOND, Tama, Iowa
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Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.<br /> — Isaiah 24:1


When I was a babe I fell into the holler,

When I was a boy I fell into your arms.

We fell on hard times and we lost our bright color.

You went to the dogs and I lived by my charms.


I danced for my dinner, spreading joy like honey.

You stole and you gambled and I said you should.

We sang for our suppers, we drank up our money.

Then one day you left saying I was no good.


Well, all right I’m bad, but then, you’re no prize either.

All right, I'm bad, but then that's nothing new.

You say you won't love me, I won't love you either.

Just let me remind you who I am to you.


‘Cause I am the one who looks out when you're leaping.

I am the one who knows how you were brave.

And I am the one who heard what you said sleeping.

I’ll take that and more when I go to my grave.


It's sooner than later that I'm six feet under.

It's sooner than later that you'll be alone.

So who will you turn to tomorrow, I wonder?

For when the bell rings, lover, you'll be on your own.


And I am the one who you let see you weeping.

I know the soul that you struggle to save.

Too bad I’m the bet that you lost in the reaping.

Now what will you do when I go to my grave?


You can't take my past.

You can't take my history.

You could take my dad,

But his name’s a mystery.

Nothing you can take from me was never worth keeping.


You can’t take my charm.

You can’t take my humor.

You can’t take my wealth,

‘Cause it’s just a rumor.

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.


Thinking you're so fine.

Thinking you can have mine.

Thinking you’re in control.

Thinking you’ll change me, maybe rearrange me.

Think again, if that’s your goal,

‘Cause…


You can’t take my sass.

You can’t take my talking.

You can take all that trash,

And then keep on walking.

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.


No, sir,

Nothing you can take from me is worth dirt.

Take it, ‘cause I’d give it for free. It won’t hurt.

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.


Down in the valley, valley so low,

Late in the evening, hear the train blow.

The train, love, hear the train blow.

Late in the evening, hear the train blow.


Go build me a mansion, build it so high,

So I can see my true love go by.

See her go by, love, see her go by.

So I can see my true love go by.


Go write me a letter, send it by mail.

Bake it and stamp it to the Capitol jail.

Capitol jail, love, to the Capitol jail.

Bake it and stamp it to the Capitol jail.


Roses are red, love; violets are blue.

Birds in the heavens know I love you.

Know I love you, oh, know I love you,

Birds in the heavens know I love you.


The author's comments:

My Name is Meko McMurray. I love poetry and have ever since I could read. I wrote this ballad in only a day for my crush. That day was a day to celebrate romance and love and kissy-face fealty. But the origins of this festival of candy and cupids are actually dark, bloody — and a bit muddled. A drawing depicts the death of St. Valentine — one of them, anyway. The Romans executed two men by that name on Feb. 14. But this is the day to celebrate romance and love and kissy-face fealty way that was happening in this ballad.


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Rune DIAMOND said...
on Sep. 29 2021 at 2:52 pm
Rune DIAMOND, Tama, Iowa
58 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.<br /> — Isaiah 24:1

Never mind, wrong app.

Rune DIAMOND said...
on Sep. 29 2021 at 2:51 pm
Rune DIAMOND, Tama, Iowa
58 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turneth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof.<br /> — Isaiah 24:1

You are wrong it is my own work.