For Richer, For Poorer

For richer or poorer, 

for weaker or stronger, 

for lies of deceit or Honey’s brutal honesty, 

for planning the next 365 days 

or eating 12 months of cane sugar, 

for whites or blacks, 

for abused necks or stretched specks

of dirt on a 1960s red corvette, 

for blowing 100s or sneezing 50s

for nothing goes better with iced tea, 

than lemonade placed near heaven’s tree,

for love or hate, 

for muse or fake, 

we’d both burry each other

alive with pleasure’s gate.