Saturday, January 24, 2015

Marital Bliss

Dear Wife, you're a cheater.
An alcoholic.
Incompetent,
at best a joke.
I'm your lover,
and your friend.
By your side until the end.
Doesn't matter,
any more,
you're a stupid, fucking whore.
I didn’t mean it,
to act that way,
it just happened what can I–
Say nothing!
You're dead to me,
What does that mean?
We're stuck together.
For the kids?
Until their grown.
Then you'll leave?
That seed, you've sown,
with your thighs,
with your lies.
We are what we reap, Husband Dear!
 

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