A Non-Royal Wedding

   
   "A Non-Royal Wedding"
   
    What did my pseudo-relative imply?  The cousins and aunts and uncles are all jealous.  Never talked to us after seeing our splendor.  She is a debutante after all.  Our wealth and status.  My biggest dilemma, a Tesla or a Mercedes--and your mother suffers like that?  A physician asks.
   No physical therapy for two years.  Haldol shoved down her throat.  We all gotta die sometime, they tell me.  Bleeding, phobias, bullying, pestering like:  You can't win an argument with a lawyer and all.  You're gonna die, just accept it.
    Your Dad left you an inheritance; next, no he didn't.  Forked tongue.  Reptilian.  Take the lady, of no sound mind at the time, to a Notary.  Follow the money Feds.  Follow the abuse and neglect. Follow the money Feds.  
   He's not worthy.  No dude, you're not sick.  You are.  You gotta die.  You're outta the house.  They're jealous of us.  Our wealth--our status.
   We all heard Mark Twain calling Bullshit years ago, but never listened.  
   Jesus had plenty of sex.  The Virgin is a witch.  King David is full of shit.  We hate Saint Paul. 
   Why don't they just castrate Priests?  You're not sick.  You are.  We love you.  
   Thank you Saint Joan of Arc.  Thank you Christ, for unmasking . . .