What which gave me glory

that What, which painted,
their once
pompous cheeks
whitened confusion
what rude unbelief
which once was on
Anyone's backhand smile
that what which
no one dared
ask anyone
dared to think,
but What
in whichever case
gave who glory
save my newly 'trothed
and me
but the white What paint
was for whom
their smiles
wrought to shreds
as what What painted them
he erased from whom
the Anyone's had slaughtered
and with white and ugly paint
What brought
for whom to slaughter
the anyone's
yet, the no one's
not for naught