With Time the Self Depreciates in Value

Obsessive foe
That dogs me
Nipping at my heels
With the incessant whine
Of matrimony
Penultimate in annoyance
Only to actually being in matrimony.
Do not attempt to trap me
With your bobbles
Your poor disguises
Your pantomime of goodness
I have never shown you
Such affection
To suggest I am interested in
Or even worthy of
Such attention,
Be said worth
For better or for worse.
I am not something to be bought in a store,
And even if I were
There is the matter of your taste:
With so many other choices
So many other prospective mates to
Engage in shallow engagements,
I wouldn't marry me.