Arranged Hatred
Evil smirks are on the agenda
For you tonight my Dear
Ever so fortunate my beautiful face dims
The hatred burning across the dinner table
You're as dense as your guests
They look at me through your eyes
I am the luscious
Silver spoon men like you relentlessly
Pursue until you capture and kill us slowly
I concede, by marriage I'm your wife
So when these friends of yours inquire
About our consecration before God
After too much brandy and not enough tact
A blush rises and you feign modesty
Hemming and hawing
You out wait the women
So you can give them a detailed account of my very being
At night I turn my back to you
And imagine you are one of the men you betrayed me to
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