Avacado and pastel pink;
I’m in a surly state.
Your wedding to this tart, I think
Has caused me much debate.
I sit here as the vows are read. Your
Cheesy grin and black tie
Tux make me itch to declare war.
I just can’t pinpoint why.
My clothes demure to not outshine
Your wretched bride to be
Whose graceless charms cannot compare
To what you have in me.… Read More