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BLIND INJUSTICE

I know that’s what she wants me to be
But that’s just not me
As I stood on an oak floored alter
All of my friends certain I would faultier 
But no one should ever fault her 
The poor little lady was made so weak
while all the while I wanted her to speak
Tell me what bills are due
tell me what the hell is new 
But especially explain to me how the blind man knew

But I must get betrothed for a lot of money I owe
So this, to me, was something I had to do, that much I know
Because  Big  Black Bruce is a dude you don’t want to owe money to
So I pretty much was being made to vomit out “I do”
Bruce told me that he wasn’t going to get me with a knife or a gun
He would just make me wish he had killed me with one
And let me tell you I was in $2,350 deep
Because 80 percent pure heroin in new york city wasn’t cheap
  
So there stood she, 
My bride to be
With a countenance that counts
And nerves of steel for when trouble mounts
My only thought was fight, flight and flee
Because she was marrying a very  “ not me”
Yet she always accepts everything I’ve ever done
So what do you do when your flesh tells you to run?

But look out in the pews
Women wearing their fanciest shoes
They all came to party after the “I do’s”
Yet and still a small voice couldn’t summon my words I refuse 
But could I stay united with someone who had  married a fake?
And be forgiven for every errant action I ever make

How long would our hiding place still be that hidden lake
And as for me I feel as if I’m making a cataclysmic mistake
What with all the vows I am about to make and breach 
S**t, I remember Belize with another lovely on a secluded beach
With golden and glistening sand
And just at the right time she took my hand
Or perhaps I’m wrong and  it wasn’t Belize it was a floral field
While I’m afraid my secret will be revealed
Oh so very pretty in all puffy and fluffy white
But suddenly I realized I was definitely right’
So I grabbed my best man and we didn’t drive……… we flew
And I still wonder how that blind man knew
   © 2011.…poefree
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