On Marriage: A Sonnet Matthew Peluso Oh, Marriage! why dost thou murdereth love? Hast thou no reverence for the heart’s path? You taketh two who were handeth in glove And breakest them into mere shards of glass Lovers once, now litigious and vengeful Who shall taketh the 401keth? And other such piddling pats of pure bull Shite! Say I, reason choked of all its breath Division of bairn into slots of time Shall we killeth all the divorce lawyers? Perhaps for the judges do the bells chime Both revel in playing the destroyer Nay, ‘tis the concept that ensures love’s death Pray, just say fucketh to the whole thingeth
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