Greek Bride

I am a Greek bride.

How dare you pin your mishaps

Onto my white dress.

I despise your currency and

I will never ever want to

Use your self pity to buy

My beloved and I a mansion.

This dress is supposed to represent

My purity and love.

But as soon as your filthy money

Clings to my clothing,

Your self -sympathies

Spit out a raging red ink

That distresses my ivory apparel.

And here I am with the bouquet

I was supposed throw.

But the only thing that was thrown

Were the hypocritical idiosyncrasies

You threw in my face.