Free Cee a Bride a Groom With Room To Assume Weep For What Happens
A BRIDE A GROOM WITH ROOM TO ASSUME
All of us inhabit a restrictive rectangular room
Believing love is most assuredly what we all assume
Cubicles with questions as wallpaper and errors are a rug
And that’s when an obviated obsession becomes a lethal drug
Love is this or love is that
Love too oft becomes old hat
You do that and I’ll do this
Yet born is boredom with every kiss
Missionary becomes a mission of mind
Oh heavens no, nay from behind
Marriage means missionary and not much more
As both partners are chafed by chagrin for such a mindless chore
Up and down, then in and out
What the hell is this all about?
In and out, then up and down
And that’s when the word “f*ck” becomes a noun
Two car garage and garbage midst trash
No seven year itch, it’s rather a rash
And there stands a bride with her white-tailed groom
Both believing love is just what they assume
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