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 the big 'G' in control...or are we flying by the seat of our pants...or is something else going on?