Wednesday, July 06, 2022
Woman forgot nothing marries--adds
to everyone's burdens presently!
Except Groom’s, a steady-state-
drunk laughing this newest farce
away. Both tribes despair
at the ludicrous match, fret
fate of Clans' staid bourgeois
reputations when kids erratically born?
So what? Life, itself, struggles
regardless. "Big Deal!" tee-
totales she between his un-
conscionable belts of crap-booze:
Yeah, but our Bride smells nice still!
Meantime Groom-Souse drops vile
poop, proclaiming the grunting-while
his muddled stores of bitterly disagreeing knowledge as the only way to begin getting anywhere in learned discourse. For answer, she
giggles here and there as to him as
“#1 sexy bastard going!” (referencing
those few times he’s half-sober…
or brutally hungover.)
They’ve bought motorcycle!
She, only, drives for he's
forever fogged when plotting
to seek a license.
But and a MUST! She’s only happy In CONTROL. That never, ever, has
changed. Nor will.
Uh, True Love, then, knows more
then it lets on? That awfully Weird,
Nope. Is what is...just is!
Labels: change, control, couple, drunk, Family, middleclass, motorcycle, personality, pose