Any formula for scooping miss Right or Mr Right
Falls flat on its face because the race and pace of marriage
By culture and nature is neither a game nor a sleight
Of hand reducible to a simplistic illustration cage
Or coy formula that cassette assets of toy minds
Who draw up shopping lists of hunks with plenty
Of dough and Casanova ruse or glass hour figure blind rinds
Starved to bust and waist proportions with dainty
Dreams, illusions carved from Hollywood soap operas
Enacted by love on film sets, being, flings, one night stands
Hormone driven loves at first dramas
Filled with superficial, artificial, contrived bands
Deified to flawless icons although their real lives
Feed on incompatibilities and instabilties cos marriage dwarfs drama archives.
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