The Girls Next Door are Getting Married

The girls next door are getting married
I'm getting humbled, estranged and meek;
There is a price for voice - to pay it;
It's due forever for the weak;

Whatever wish, whatever reason,
Or the necessity to suit -
It's neither truth, nor it is treason,
But more like an instinct for the few;

I'm not a trickster,  not a lady
Aspiring for the wealth or love,
My future often almost faded
Just like the joke that makes us laugh;

So why the fuss, why all the motion?
And kinky words, so full of pride,
They are the fragrant soulful lotion,
With nagging whisper of the mind;

The other girls are sweet and clever,
With the sincerity and joy,
They get so much and more-than-ever,
For being peaceful, trifle coy...

I do not envy their freedom,
Nor do I wish the fate as theirs,
I search for substitute of wisdom,
In a sack of crispy hey...




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