Declining a Wedding Invitation

invite me to the divorce, for that, i’ll come & see, right now i can’t be bothered with more religious conformity & if you say that it’s got nothing to do with “yahweh,” “god” or “allah,” but rather a mayor, city clerk, or a judge, who will seal your tomb this hour, i still decline this invitation & not so humbly, for there’s no need this day & age to define love contractually. if it is a question of civil rights, if it is something that you want to prove, if it’s something you were denied & now you’re excited that you can do, i still would decline attending because the ceremony itself is rank with pomp and circumstance, amidst a sea of traditional stank. one shouldn’t feel guilty for saying “no” to something so fickle & fake as the wedding of two individuals who were together prior to the play--- but the court it will assemble & the gowns & suits’ll arrive, pretending all their lives away as if somehow sanctified. the older folk will recall memories, babbling whilst swimming in wine & the young will look for single prospects, hoping to capitalize on the lonely kind. as the night progresses, the happy couple might feel perfected, as if everything will go just right, until the day one find outs the other has cheated on them, left, or simply died.