I went to a wedding at the county jail.
It smelled like school cafeteria food.
A few angry bridesmaids stood at the front,
With a gap for the bride, then the groom.
He had a blank look across his face,
Not even a glimmer of 'why' in his eyes.
No love lost, but certainly non had been found.
The warden walked the bride down the aisle,
And someone told them what to say.
I decided to stay for the reception,
But even the cake was bad.

-jenn