Cupid: Armed and Dangerous

In far off times
a prick was fine.
Lass and lad both swooned
Pricks are all around
As the years abound
And Cupid shoots deadlier wounds.

His Desert Eagle
He pats with love
His Remington comes fully loaded
His shotgun sawed
Is its own law
In places where culture's eroded

A 9 millimeter
is much too small
.45 cal at the least
The occasional 22
Will have to do
To tame the weaker beasts

For nowadays
Power and money ablaze
And arrows are swatted aside
But a slug in the butt
Hasn’t been ignored yet
And Cupid’s aim is a matter of pride