I am convinced man must essentially be a masochist
I am convinced this institution is not for me
For how else would you justify a perfectly sane creature
Who is perfectly happy, financially and emotionally secure,
Suddenly decides to pluck his heart and place it
At her feet?
And what’s more, hold a lavish ceremony, inviting all and sundry
To witness the display of his sacrifice at the altar of her whims and fancies
The final nail on the coffin would be the rings they exchange
And exchange the vows that would fade with time
Their family and well-wishes cheer on boisterously
When the bride throws the bouquet into the crowd
And a pretty girl catches my eyes and smiles at me meaningfully
An old-fashion blush taints my cheek
I imagine her and me in bridal clothes
Exchanging rings and exchanging rings seems so romantic…
Err, didn’t I say man is essentially masochist?!!