In the midst of a pandemic

Your biggest concern happens to be

My weight


And yet the bliss of the pandemic

Was not having to hear you

The deadweight


I was wondering when your time would come

To be quite honest I was surprised

You are a little late


Here's your rescinded wedding invitation

Not that we planned it to your taste

It's on this perfectly white virgin plate


None of us know what your intentions were

Or what they may be for the future

Maybe you should ask your know-it-all soulmate


I'm sick and tired of your tactics and games

Thanking the one above that he, my soulmate,

Does not share the same trait


◄ Rhetorical Question

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