The Bride Of Empathy Jilted At The Altar Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I now understand why people smoke
Even though I never desired to myself
I can see the way they try to work something out of their anxious profiles
To cope with their biggest pressure situation which is getting along with other people

The bride of empathy, mothballed appearance, cobwebbed in a decaying mansion
Like something ghastly and gothic
Driven to this by attempting to understand other people
Driven to this by attempting to feel what other people feel

Have a handful of moldy wedding cake
And repeat "cake" when they complained or asked for assistance
Repeat back what you said to show you understand this
The best man carried the ring in his pocket
He ended up using sympathy not empathy to try and get a refund