Sadly most cultures put pressures on girls to marry, often sending them into unhappy, unfulfilled relationships. Undoubtedly some marriages will not turn out so well for the men either.
Just sit right there,
in that padded chair,
and listen to a tale of woe.
Of blushing brides,
and suicides,
and little maids all in a row.
Girls are told,
before they get old,
to marry and be a good wife.
Get a man,
as fast as you can,
and sacrifice the rest of your life.
Wed a prince, not a pauper,
raised up well and proper,
please him by looking your best.
The kids will be yours,
as will the chores,
after work he does need his rest.
Oh he has his friends
his fun never ends,
another night out with the boys.
You’re left alone,
cleaning the home,
and picking up all of the toys.
Sometimes he yells,
blows whistles and bells,
You are not the same girl he wed.
All the wedded bliss,
has come down to this,
It’s not over until one of you is dead.
But the artist in you,
soon may shine through,
A few extra pills in his drink.
Maybe a gun to his head,
but you were in bed,
what else could anyone think?
Holy crap – remind me not to piss you off 
That read really well. Had a great flow, but indeed a tale of woe. Thanks again for playing dude.
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