Self Roast - The Poetry of Marriage

I like my marriage like my poetry  
...creatively whole, with no strictures  
so don't stifle my hobbies!

Like, I want the whole idea ugly big  
not my chosen golden brick
Tiny and tight only sometimes fits the gig  
Like what works for my hottie, short and thick
 
Big enough to hold the whole  
(Whole.... I said!)
But chopped down to only its role  
What? You expected more?
 
Nobody struggles with all  
the left out words  
Spill the beans!
No rhymy lacing on idea turds  
It won't make what it means!
 
No asking "what did i spend  
these five minutes for?"  
(Actually, in marriage, more like 15-30)
 
I admit my poetry happens in fine print  
Good marriage is all about the hint
but im trying to put my inner Ezra Pound  
On the streets before breakup and rebound!
 
Yes, into the past where  
he and his feather belong  
My man is here now
He bought me a thong!
 
while respecting what his-story offers  
 the spoiled victors like their  
marriage partners  
like modern poetry
clear healing, short and dirty
 
I want beginnings reflecting  
the title and end  
(who doesn't like mirrors?)
without deflation of discovery  
(Whoops!)
and meaningful tension  
(like who's doing the laundry)
 
Ugly says plot  
(Eventually free...)
emotion  
or emo-ocean!
the real  
plastic Flowrs  
complete with  
dust and cobwebs!
 
Ugly is music  
(No, not that crappy song... the other one!)
with strong pulse  
like my husband explains the hundredth time!
compelling appeal  
...like his smolder
 
Don't hide your wrinkles  
Unless plumping them
Don't color your grey  
Honest merchandise, please!
Don't keep your inner fool  
(Ummm actually.... do)
so far at bay  
(Pull the anchor!)
Don't let noble ego  
 
go  
 
ruin the show
 
...of course!