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 © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~