They shoot single people, don’t they?

they shoot single people, don't they? 

kick a steel toed boot at single people, don't they?

automatically an old crone 

if you find yourself alone

without a lover 

calling on the phone 

you're as good as dead

white dress 

stained blood red 

you know at this age you've got 

fewer eggs

always the bridesmaid 

never the bride 

and god forbid

in independence 

you take any pride 

any comfort 

any joy 

in having it all how you like 

another beating heart will surely make you alright

will heal all

ailments 

maladies 

and pains 

it will be sunshine forever 

after raining 

for years 

and weeks

and days 

so heed their advice

pair up while your hot 

else according to the pairs 

your decaying

spoiled 

left to rot

you could have your very own 

man-child

crying in a cot

have what the lovers have 

and forget the have-nots