Maybelle Smith Inquires
Into The Truth of Marriage

Maybelle Smith Inquires Into The Truth of Marriage - an artwork by T Newfields
Can some sensible soul spell out
the reality of matrimony?
Is it a comfortable contract signed for cozy safety,
Or a cosmic covenant of cherished dreams?
Is it a buggy business bargain that's ice-cold,
Or a fleeting, frantic madness, neatly packaged and sold?
Why are most marriages messy, sordid affairs?
Why do brainless fools bet on this high-stakes gamble?
Do they crave the thrill of rolling loaded dice,
Only to sigh and sob after their choices slice?
Why do folks flock to these fake, fickle shams?
Is it an absurd alchemy
where affluent princes turn to frogs,
And pristine princesses morph into warthogs?
Or is it just a desperate dream
that one peerless partner completes?
Marriage is a moldy institution
where mates slowly decay,
As their dignified pride is squandered
and peace cast away.
Yet despite the damage and dire danger,
Why is this ancient, awful trap
wildly embraced with glee?
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