Well, the florist is gone and the petals have dropped.
The baker’s made cake, or else closed down his shop.
“Man and man?” “Wife and wife”? Anyhow, there’s a ring.
No question about that. Well…maybe ONE thing.
Are you quite satisfied with the point that you made
Because the law coerced a merry charade?
Were the thin plastic smiles, offered up out of fear,
A fitting tribute to the reason you’re here?
The Bard said a rose renamed smells just as sweet,
And a non-coerced cake’s just as good to eat—
Unless, perhaps, somebody’s pain adds some spice?
Not to be judgey, but that’s not very nice.
Was the icing more icy, like cold, cold revenge
Upon Moses’ dire law and the doom it portends?
Your frustration there’d be understandable, maybe,
‘Cept you took it all out on some little old lady.
If I don’t love my enemies, still I don’t dream
Of lawyers demanding the poor sod blaspheme.
If I haven’t his blessing, I won’t court his curse.
You claim to be “proud”? Be too proud to coerce!