Feast of the In-laws*

In a taste of essence I sat on my patience Reminiscing the dreary past When life happened all fast That I got laid like a rooster Just to be spiced by the roaster And got dumped in their happy dish For her kin’s feast of the tongue; they afflicted my hurtling spirit Chewing my life for their merit And ingested my wearing happiness Only to pass it like urine and leave me gasping for sanity.