What's Love Got To Do With It?
With tongue in cheek I saw a
probate judge today,
To find out how
much I should pay,
To tie knots with all those I love,
Smacked I, as it was, by a
multiplicity of legalized turtle doves.
The fabulous five
had decreed
Nuptials valid
through love only, indeed.
Marriage in sacred
tradition officially driven to doom,
Just like tortured
babies in their mother’s womb.
So, is it my turn
to knot my many new loves?
Legally protecting
my cats and dogs, even my gloves,
Because love, not
children, declared now the basis
To marry anyone or
anything in this new social stasis.
What does it
matter how many I may marry?
My spouse could be either
female or male.
Why should I
delay, linger, or tarry?
When I foresee a rising
polygamous scale.
This kind of love stops not with another human being,
Its legality
allows for different sorts of spouses.
It’s not too
difficult seeing
That this new definition of marriage lives in many houses.
With word usage,
definitions, and traditions rendered useless,
This new era forms
a terror unthinkable before.
The high court has
jumped its intended purpose,
By lowering ordered society to the floor.
No social
balance, nor even its pretension.
Society’s
fabric deliberately eroded
Through a
progressively-forced intention
By five justices, a
new order they encoded.