My Suicide Bride Poem by nyc boy

My suicide bride
I know I have no chance,
for you have made your choice.

I saw your nod dance.

you hear…its sultry voice,
whilst riding the white pony.

Sure to bronco with its hex,
I tell you, “The dragon is a phony”.

My horror… rather complex.

I curse this disease so feeble,
but just made it worst.

I should have known the needle…
…would always come first.

I tried to make you stop,
whilst with a cotton, you're cookin'.

Now, like a dirty wasted mop…
… I’m on the outside, in-lookin’,
to the curb is how I got burned.

but you won’t let me go,
how sad this marriage has turned
our anniversary… this final act of the show.