Monday, 13 August 2012

93. Marriage


Offers are offers
and truth
is ruthless
Who am I to disagree?

I've spent so long
Being
The favourite son,
Why should I
Spend time on a bended knee?

The answer my dear
Is right in front of you
I got no time to be alcoholically tuned.

Marry me
And get that
Smile off ma face.
I stand alone in the conjoining race.

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