Our Sorrows Poem by SinJace Ramos

Got married by a judge
Instead of a jury
Tis the begining
My sad story

Thought I had
Top of the line
Apparently some ladies
Can't be refine

She's about as warm
As a slow moving glacier
Drinks like a fish
Cuss like a sailor

Trained in the womb
In mortal combat
Adorable as
An alley cat

Tops the list
My lifes' regrets
Damn the day
We first met

Sometimes we must
Suck up our sorrows
The girl makes love
Like there's no tomorrow