a brief poem about a doomed couple
The prodigal son has returned.
He’s the one with the chip on his shoulder.
He doesn’t look fed.
He doesn’t look led.
He doesn’t look bad, but he’s older.
The unfortunate rich girl has plans.
She’s collecting the beaus while she’s single.
She spinning a web.
She’s making her bed.
She heads to the party to mingle.
They see one another as prizes.
The connecting of duty with smitten.
He drops a bad word.
She acts as not heard.
The prenup has yet to be written.
The two have been married for eons.
In spite of the games and the flirting.
He lies and she cheats.
She drinks and he beats.
The sires of their children uncertain.
The two have been smothering anger.
Their family has grown without air.
The spite and dark thoughts.
Lovingly less hearts.
What will happen if nobody cares?