F**k Your Marriage
I utterly despise seeing statistics about marriage
How dare you tell me my love isn't as sweet as
A horse drawn carriage on a summer night
As the sky opens up in an attempt to compete
The heavenly moon against my woman's more radiant beauty
I sincerely hate seeing celebrity "marriages" end in failure
With doubts that my love couldn't withstand
The pressures of public ridicule and spotlight
Who are you to say my love isn't as
Genuine as a raindrop on a spring day?
I seriously dislike hearing how your girlfriend's husband
Is cheating on her with some bimbo from back in the day
How can you possibly tell me my passion & fire for my woman
Can be extinguished, simply by the flesh of another?
No really, I loathe the "love" I see on TV or read about
That is the kind of love formed by a producer in an office
That is meant to fail, meant only to intrigue & misguide viewers
Into thinking love wavers from week to week
Who do you think you are to tell me my love isn't resilient?
And profound as a rebel with a call to justice
Why can't my real marriage be sweet, genuine, passionate, and resilient?
You can't answer these questions I have posed....
So f**k your marriage