Cynical Poem on Marriage

by imlikeabirdillonlyflyaway

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?