I have seen you before and again and again.
After all, marriage was supposed to be a permanent state before
The cities of selfishness rebelled in the sixties
And independence became praised as an isolated form
Of glossy self-development.
I don’t develop.
I think it’s a form of sociological political correctness.
It is retarded
Like hippies looking for eternal truth or a yoga pose.
I don’t meditate.
I laugh at all my friends who got divorced
And think that they’ve found some wretched form of independence
Or facsimile of self-knowledge.
“Screw the kids,
I’ll be a dutiful visiting husband while they cry,
‘I want to die’
And feel loneliness like a snowball in a spring thaw.”
I think divorce should be illegal,
Unless harassment raises its bullying red flag.
Divorce is bull.
You can’t hide behind a cape, a failed escape from horns.
How can you be so stupid as to think you will get along better
With the next victim?
We only marry ourselves.
And divorce is an amputation not a resolution.
The sadness of your separation is the unification of your walk
Down an aisle with loneliness.
I tell a liberal Jewish friend that the failure of blacks
Most blacks agree with me.
He says I’m prejudiced.
I am bigoted against the failure of families and their negative
Encouragement from confused liberals.
Stupid is a generous attitude to failure rather than corrective love
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