The Match

If we are to break bread next winter

Then we must breathe some sense into this senselessness,

The beggars and thieves would rally to our cause

If it is not altogether without reward,

Their succorance is a stain on our honor

But all the same there must be matrimony to unite us,

To glue our families together until the end of time

We will pit our worst against their worst,

If wedding bells will not ring on this ghastly night

Then our whole clan will weep tears of blackened sorrow,

Thus the bride will do her part

To wed some rogue or lecherous vagabond

The things that we do to stay alive

Is enough to stagger my understanding

Who can truly say what's wrong or right

In these harrowed halls of mass hysteria?

Reviews

[elynne]

This is a good poem, sad, but well written.

[Zorrin86]

Thanks for checking it out.