JILTED MEN

Come let's look

The bridesmaid called

The groom is beautiful than the bride

And 'her' acquaintances are here!



Her matted Marbles never shone

Celebrated designers hung

Like a plastic sun

Dissolved in her troubles...her runs



The groom smiles stuck some daggers

Through the competition  and beggars

Of her wares...tougues wagger

At 'their' unconstitutional drama



The lovers marched in stilettos

Acquaintances see only 'their' wares of ego

Blunted by a novice in silhouette

Smiling at hardened calcified anger of lost wallets!