When is it finally over, <br />When do you know when you are history, <br />When those sweet little nothings, <br />Those things you once whispered, <br />Now fall on deaf ears, <br />Is it time to pack up, <br />Get your things, <br />And just leave! <br />Well, enough said, <br />Their beauty is fading, <br />Their greedy motives are revealed, <br />Did they like us for ourselves, <br />Or for our money's appeal? <br />Is it a matter of greed, <br />Love or lust, <br />Who can you really trust. <br /> <br />With all of the people lining up, <br />It is time to make our intentions know, <br />It is time to leave the talk behind, <br />And move in the back of my broke down pick up truck. <br /> <br />It was a shotgun marriage, <br />And a high caliber divorce, <br />What other high stake adventures, <br />Do we have on the horizon. <br />What do we turn to, <br />Where do we go, <br />Life is serious, <br />Marriage is the same, <br />Now all I ask is to pass is our tax cut!<br /><br />Nadalia Bagratuni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-the-aisle-for-a-tax-cut/
