This poem grates on a nerve;It tugs at convention,and it places blame squarely where it belongs.
The frustration of a slow and certain march to the end...but..."Things are not always as they seem"...or are they?. I love this one.
A story with 'virgin' and 'wedding night' in it's title?This one shot through my head like a one night stand...alliteration not withstanding.
This poem should not have happened.I don't know why it did.It came from somewhere deep and dark...where I suppose it hid...
A True story...On my best day I couldn't make this up...
Is God real?Is God a delusion?Your opinion is welcome...though you may have to shout to be heard.
Can a mere mortal match wits with the prince of darkness and win?