You must be mistaken
I am not the drunk guy from the wedding
There are groups of white men
Masquerading as me
And these bastards
Confide in the bride's mother
All their regrets and,
Alternately,
Hopes
Not for the lucky couple
But for themselves
And it is because of these men
That I forward my own apology
For their behavior
On my behalf
Heart disease is only half the answer. Love early and often.
