Unmarriage

 
Turn the page on sages, five smudges 
 
From such long-winded fudges, 
 
A dank, dark morning of drudges. 
 
And one who hopefully trudges,  
 
Setting aside all past grudges, 
 
To witness that the law budges, 
 
No, no straw for him who lunges,  
 
So in fresh gloom he now plunges. 
 
And if, in future, society sledges 
 
Them (he and his partner), edges 
 
To despair, depression, sludges, 
 
Then the majority that indulges 
 
In these oft-repeated expunges 
 
From a civility that pre-arranges 
 
Who wins, loses, who deranges, 
 
Lock that majority in the granges 
 
So they learn how much it hurts.