Far too late to save herself for her weeding night, now,
longing for the small lawn, the picket fence, and the one and a half kids,
longing now after having already bought the farm once, a jealous rage, she
claims she did nothing to inspire, giving her better half the excuse to do what
he claimed she did, though eventually, I think, she did it, too, since if she
was to be accused she might get something out of it, leaving her to squeeze
what little pleasure she could find from her being eye candy for a band of misanthropic
males, different this time, a man who really wants her, but also wants his
wedding cake with the wife he already has, condemning her to the role of side
chick, when she wants something more than the crumbs he leaves on his plate
when he goes home to lawn, picket fence and his one and half kids.
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