My marriage could give yours the silent treatment for days.
My marriage could say that your marriage looks fat in that dress.
My marriage could lock your marriage up
til it confessed.
My marriage could market itself as the cure for your cravings.
My marriage could lose your marriage's life savings.
My marriage could loot your marriage's museums,
bomb your marriage into
My marriage could steal your marriage's identity.
(That's the real concern, right? That your marriage lacks
security?)
My marriage could say that it's sorry to let yours go
after years of service--times are tight, you know.
Truth is, my marriage will probably do nothing
but struggle, and last, and struggle, and last--something
like yours, if you're lucky. My marriage isn't really
all that focused on your marriage. (Sorry.)
5 comments:
Lovely.
This poems deserves a huge audience. I've seen some calls for election-related poems in the last few days. I got nothin and didn't even want to try but this is just what I'd want to read.
*applauds*
I LOVE THIS!!
Brilliant.
Word verifiction: prick (seriously!)
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