You want to be in The Room Where It Happens

An enchanting, mysterious place

Of dimly lit candles, elaborate scandals 

Things never said straight to your face

Pretenses fade in The Room Where It Happens

The veil is removed from your face

But rather than glory, the theme of the story

Is vitriol, hate, and disgrace

Your knowledge is full in The Room Where It Happens

No longer a shroud of mystique

Blinded no more, and yet your reward

Is a harsh Judas kiss on the cheek

The only sure thing in The Room Where It Happens

Is no longer having recourse

You know their true colors, but if you tell others

You’re culpable for the Divorce