Cynical Poem on Marriage
Her puffy dress and itchy veil–both white
make me want to take flight.
“I do,” they claim,
chaining themselves together forever; what a shame.
His happy smile,
while brilliant now, will only last for a while.
[Soon he’ll tire of her and “find himself” in another]
The nauseating kiss
reminds me that independence is bliss.
Marriage… Am I supposed to want this?