WHATEVER MIGHT BE!

In some societies some people are married by conditioned love not by name,
Spiritual attributes prey on beliefs securing control in its aesthetic play,
No proof such a thing exists, let alone leading the way to secure a state...
of concert for its influential claim,
But when it is suited fit for one in some traumatic display and replay
devious drama or controlling charade,
oneupmanship to enforce importance, belittlement through any subtle game,
or word sword fencing... character/rank crippling to maim,
Marriage then, to some,
is not equal, but a poor shadow of equality: a word devoid of depth just a pun,
for Mr and Mrs supposedly A is Mr A and Mrs smallaB separate... always will surreptitiously be upheld to run,
Then, eventually a stranger's freudian slip makes this be known that a marriage
is not, in certain areas,  a home where two are one,
but a contract of two minds accepting a major need... whatever that might be...
That started out as an inspired purpose...
But has turned into a platonic life slide coasting through reality's dung,
'Til age says what fools... what has their life become?