wreck of the SS Marriage

Every single time we have to start over again

Go to the trouble of raising the ancient wreck

Search for the elusive treasure chest of passion

Pry the rusty hinged lid off that decaying sex locker

Hoping to find the promised wealth of erotic legend

Only to discover what’s inside? A fucking starfish

Because all men who have an unresponsive partner, understand that a starfish acquiescence, is the furthest thing from interest and enthusiasm, that they can imagine.  …Credit to Jam…

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