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A Modern Marriage
My eyes stay on the horizon, at first,
And don't betray my unquenchable thirst
For fruit that grows cruelly below my sight,
A sweetness eroding my will to fight;
The best of me soon trampled by the worst.
And so the barter of young love is made,
My time, money, and freedom will be paid,
In return: her intoxicating wine,
Inebriation from within is mine!
The last brick in the house of lust is laid.
I lick the bottle's hole and smell the cork,
Then tare at the meat with my teeth and fork,
Light-headed and glassy-eyed as I feast,
Brutal and savage, a bellowing beast!
Tamed by the arrival of the stork.
A beast in a snare desires to flee,
And yet the worst yields to the best in me,
Even as the years turn her taste bitter,
While, my free time, I squander and fritter,
I must cling to boring sobriety.
Desperately, quietly, we do right,
And give all we have to our parasite,
Having lost our inner engine's throttles,
Being but two lonely, empty bottles,
Indifference, not anger, is our fight.
As work grows more dull, the hours increase,
Some on the clock, some searching for release,
Deep in the night, the beast reawakens,
To hunt, devour, and be forsaken,
Till the echoing ghosts of the past cease.
And in the morning when life lies in wait,
Her silence knows why I was out so late,
But routine masks any feelings of hurt,
Breakfast is made in a water-stained shirt,
I bring the kid to the bus stop at eight.
Eventually, the cup overflows,
Open communication finally shows,
A separation is not an option,
Financially, it's debt adoption,
So, a new understanding, I propose.
Together, on the web, we hunt and prowl
For like-minded couples to make us howl,
We search, view, like, greet, flirt, meet, drink, and then
We hit the throttles we have found again,
Like pigs at a trough, we feast, grunt, and growl.
And in the late hours when sunrise is near,
The solution to boredom is quite clear,
While single man's untamed lust is divine,
Sipping on the finest full-bodied wine,
Marriage is contentment with bitter beer.
And don't betray my unquenchable thirst
For fruit that grows cruelly below my sight,
A sweetness eroding my will to fight;
The best of me soon trampled by the worst.
And so the barter of young love is made,
My time, money, and freedom will be paid,
In return: her intoxicating wine,
Inebriation from within is mine!
The last brick in the house of lust is laid.
I lick the bottle's hole and smell the cork,
Then tare at the meat with my teeth and fork,
Light-headed and glassy-eyed as I feast,
Brutal and savage, a bellowing beast!
Tamed by the arrival of the stork.
A beast in a snare desires to flee,
And yet the worst yields to the best in me,
Even as the years turn her taste bitter,
While, my free time, I squander and fritter,
I must cling to boring sobriety.
Desperately, quietly, we do right,
And give all we have to our parasite,
Having lost our inner engine's throttles,
Being but two lonely, empty bottles,
Indifference, not anger, is our fight.
As work grows more dull, the hours increase,
Some on the clock, some searching for release,
Deep in the night, the beast reawakens,
To hunt, devour, and be forsaken,
Till the echoing ghosts of the past cease.
And in the morning when life lies in wait,
Her silence knows why I was out so late,
But routine masks any feelings of hurt,
Breakfast is made in a water-stained shirt,
I bring the kid to the bus stop at eight.
Eventually, the cup overflows,
Open communication finally shows,
A separation is not an option,
Financially, it's debt adoption,
So, a new understanding, I propose.
Together, on the web, we hunt and prowl
For like-minded couples to make us howl,
We search, view, like, greet, flirt, meet, drink, and then
We hit the throttles we have found again,
Like pigs at a trough, we feast, grunt, and growl.
And in the late hours when sunrise is near,
The solution to boredom is quite clear,
While single man's untamed lust is divine,
Sipping on the finest full-bodied wine,
Marriage is contentment with bitter beer.
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