for all the wrong reasons

for all the wrong reasons

by Wolfgang Nibori

she wears a wedding pail, crystal expectations


real life’s hammer gonna make it ring


fitting perfectly as pieces of cake


i call it a funeral, i’m black like that


dream coming true from paperback on screen


cataracts conclusion keepin’ ya blind


cute photographs to scrapbook


you’ll cry on ‘em later when drunk


she trots the aisle without irony


the train on that dress gonna smash you flat

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