Wedding Guests are Assholes

John Choats

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In no particular order, concerning my step-brothers (Mormon) wedding

Majesty stuck in time, posing as father of the pride
Staring starry-eyed at his first beloved bride
She'll do what she wants to catch his stride
And he'll do almost anything to run by her side

This is just the beginning
I never want this to end
I've gone and married my best friend

I'm so proud of you tonight
God would take you as his son
I remember the first last time you cried

Staggered motion, dull commotions
Empty skulls between the oceans

The Angels live forgetting the feeling
Presently needing a digital finish
To remember the evening

I gasp the stale air left behind
And calculate the odRAB that I'll bury the ceiling
It's a set-up I built, a game of pretend Love
Not the only thing cut tonight
Break the mold, build it back right
 
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