Warning: Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. - William Congreve
I look across the crowded room
At the man who would be my bridegroom
If the world were a kinder place,
Instead he is the source of my disgrace.
Reflecting upon my impotent rage,
Searching for someone on the same page
As my dream for my accursed life
To be my lover's lawfully wedded wife.
The veil of civility has been lifted
And those with foresight have been gifted
With premonitions of things to come
When I kick the ass of that son of a gun!