THE NEW FORM OF SLAVERY

I used to think that marriage is so pure That it is our long awaited cure But what we never see Is what will truly be After 40 years of sanctity Now you are hit by reality That marriage is not easy You imagined it’s trouble-free Now you perceive the authenticity That it’s the new form of slavery As you wait at the altar You are gazing her from afar In your mind she’s magnificent That she is so damn benevolent You’re thinking this is GOD’s finest creation You never consider that it’s the day of your conviction You are so happy to write the vow that you must orate Now all you could worry about is your prostate After all this years you’ve began to realize That this the commitment I should have scrutinized Now the fact is crystal clear But right now you can’t even jeer For what is left in you is a remembrance Of what Ms. Vagina resemblance