a best man is always the best man; the groom deserves mere a bloom

- in dedication to wasp

the timidity you show
make people doubt if the groom has chosen the wrong man:
well, you are not (but you need not be) the drunk keeper, the games defender, the bargainer.
but it is the shyness of you that makes guess at the banquet think you re good, real good
your born nature, the acquired features and your physical weight, though, outweight the groom
compared to the groom who is constantly showing blowing off
the good-looking groom who behaves so indecently indeed in his own ceremony
the indigenous arrogance, the intrinsic mock, the real evil monster, not to mention the don juan
the bride is blind, or at least has been blindfolded for some time
and sadly she is bound to be caught and burnt in the forever hellfire
"don juan triumphant" the orchestra is playing in the chapel
well, i say he a defeated more than a victory victor.
i say she the beauty volunteer victoria.

while, interestingly enough, bridesmaids are, being the real caring scaring sisters of the leading girl
are witnessing, or paying mere a kind and rountine visit to the cell the bride is stepping in,
and orally they are probably complimenting the perfect union
(or a step backward, you dont really tell people they are the wrong match when they are currently the match dont you?)
while simutaneously, on the other hand, befriend and try to beintimatefriend with the best man
litereally the best man
ha
it ridicules the cooled hot groom, though not everyone else: the guests, the bride and you
cause everyone has no cataract while the groom is, surprisingly, wide-eyed
or people say, the best man cataract washes over every single female, importantly, unintentionally.

i longed for the battle between the wicked wizardary groom, and, simply saying, the best best man.