Please No More Surprises Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Captivating ones mind.
The blue bonnet half cocked bride.
Going a little skimpy.
Showing too much skin.
No matter the complexion, somethings are still done in poor taste.
An overhaul please and with haste.
No traditional white dress.
I must confess even for me this is new.
Honestly I had no clue.
About any of it.
The pills, the multiple guys.
The clubs every night.
A gambling habit I certainly can't budget.
Is there a cure to any of this madness?
She dances too, who knew.
Taking them all in the special vip room.
What exactly did I get myself into?
Am I gonna find needles and guns next?
This is not a rabbit hole.
It is endless pit the leads straight to hell.
Before I know it she will be suing me for everything I got.
All for one night on the town.
Somebody please gen on the rocks.
At least if I'm drunk enough I'll have a reason for not seeing so clearly.
And she runs up to me says guess what I'm pregnant...
Oh and now I want a divorce too.
And to think we just got married.
Yah-hoo...
Some kind of strange kind of hillbilly love from gods demented half sister.
Okay and I want a blood test seeing as were playing ruses.
This night was suppose be one to remember.
But instead it feels like I've been ripped a new one.
When I play cards, I like to play with a full deck...
But tonight I don't even think I have even half of them.