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(You Will in Your) Holy Matrimony

Are you listening to the whispers? are you feeling scandalised?

Harbouring ***** little feelings that you wanna sanitise?

Walk through the swinging doors of a catholic franchise

Ask em for that sailors knot a black-n-white man-ties

 

To the pairs of prying eyes his practical rebuke

Is a marital disguise and a tactical puke

Throw the garter ‘mongst the pigeons, the voluntary victims...

Whose single minds are filled with matrimonial conviction

 

Paired up poets pool their miseries; the price of art

Each miserable synergy - the sum of its parts

Did he swear that he’d hold you ever dear to his heart?

To love and to cherish til your knees did part?

 

If she wants you like her father and you want her like your mother

What the hell are you gonna do when you’re bored of one another?

 

There she stands on ceremony all silk and sinew

While the vow evicted from his Adam’s apple continues

To stutter as the panic builds like stifled farts

Til it splutters its devotions on her lady parts

 

Her eyes sentence you to sit though your neck-hairs stand

She’s the ****** ****** written in the lines on your palm

Old scores squeeze sideways through her gritted teeth

And he takes on the debt of every promise she believed

 

Hide the love-bites in a polo-neck, your love life in a Rolodex

When the ***** hand of happen-stance runs its evil down your keks

Cos like the indelible digits on your bathroom mirror

Love is for life until you dress it with liquor

 

If she wants you like her father and you want her like your mother

What the hell are you gonna do when you’re bored of one another?

 

We are but experiments, seven billion shades of wrong

The clever ones stay celibate, the others pass it on

That’s an easy line to settle-on in present company

Single-riders in the peloton to pick up the debris

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Written by
mark-armstrong
Published
Mar 7, 2018
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#matrimony#catholic#celibate
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