Do you ever look at a photo
And wonder if what’s pictured
As it seems?
He’s holding her hands and looking deep into her eyes
A look of longing and admiration
Down at this vision in violet.
She’s looking up at him,
Her big brown eyes, love-struck
And her lips pursed
As if ready to receive the kiss of life.
She’s his third wife.
He banged her best friend last summer.
He hates it when she opens her mouth.
He only wants children to make his mother happy.
She knows she’ll never live up to his mother.
She knows he banged her best friend.
She knows he’s lying about where his money’s going.
She can smell the stench of her perfume.
She can’t have kids and she doesn’t know how to break it to him.
But what’s the point in showing them the truth?
Hit them with lies
That’s how they survive.
All this is staged.
A staged photo to justify
Why they ever decided to walk down that aisle.