Clash of the titans - no, of the parents -
With poor innocent kids caught in between;
The nastiness, the fighting, arguments,
The sordid details of a sordid scene;
The sawn-off entrails of what once had been,
Still dripping, dropping stains that won’t wash off;
Not stopping, despite warning signs; best clean
The windscreen of our eyes of the word ‘love;’
That obstacle-obscuring thing’s enough
To optically ensure you’re without sense;
It’s love and mortgage, not marriage; the queen
Does not rule this republican; handcuff
Some other foolish little man; offence
When given is taken, and hence my spleen.
Sun 27 Jan 2008
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