It cannot be forced through as love
became a question
instead of the answer to it,
it became a factory
of for sale signs, but the price
cannot be paid
for pleasure can be bought.
Idle hands take care of the home
that is the feminine
and the busy ones holds fast
for only as family
is it worth the toils and struggle
but it is no more
for it is only a replication of it.
The bonds weaken every time
the strings unwrap
as society and culture for lashes
became a market
instead of a civiliation to last
and only bleakness
is in the horizon set to descend.
The child of the union is not theirs.
but property of state
and a business instead of a home
where hearth is
but shattered and broken it is
all for taking bribes
where a bride should stand.
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I am not either, for all poured:
I am what is wyrded into :
a poet, a gentleman, a story untold,
a man and a woman,
I am all pleasure, perversions
but that I need to be
or it could not be writ as it is.
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