he wanted to be married
like he wanted an ice cream cone
he wanted to be with me
like he wanted a side of fries
with his Swedish pancakes.
he wanted whatever made him satisfied
but wanted no confusion
between his needs and mine
like a menu at the IHOP
labeled clearly
gratuity already figured.
he wanted a belly full
but no dishes to do
no fussing over the setting of the table
or crumbs on the floor
no manners to mind.
he wanted marriage
like I order cheese on
my cheeseburger
or butter
on my toast
wanted to taste it all
just never foot the bill.
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Wonder who inspired this poem?
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