A Social Marriage

A beast marked, castrated by rings, 
Muscles leashed by tenderness,  
Philosophy subverted by love,  
Lured into that domestic trap 
Like so many others before him. 
 
It was madness, this circus, this zoo, 
This city around him, caging him, 
Pushing his buttons, smothering freedom, 
Erecting boundaries, polluting intelligence. 
He was rabid, he was whimsical, 
Rules didn't matter, "normal" didn't exist, 
Everyone was fake, everyone was dead. 
 
Then he met her, a savior idealized, 
Whose beauty, charm and generosity 
Were meant to release him from that system. 
The illusion took hold, made him still, 
Deceived his ego, shattered his vision, 
Stalled his imagination, escalated his pulse, 
Boxed him into a cubicle in some charred office 
On the industrial sector, happy to find normalcy, 
Happy to finally settle down. 
 
Until one day he realized the person he married 
Had everything he hated about modernity, 
The rampant shopping, the disregard for nature,  
The compulsive sterilization, the hypersensitivity, 
The obsession with order, placement, comfort, 
The banishment of danger, the crucifixion of anger, 
The constant surveillance, the unbearable criticism,  
A derailed psychology the nightingale remitted. 
 
Yet he loved her, he wanted to change for her, 
He let her spirit touch his, slow him down, 
Find some peace in his heart, exile his passions, 
Which never gave him anything but trouble. 
He gave his life to her, society personified, 
For there was nothing else that needed him.