SR (June 4,1953 / Albany, New York)

Father Goosed

she doesn't see the kids i see
she thinks her stuff is all about me
she's given up on intimacy
it's simple my wife hates me

i'd take it like a manly man
how my life would be complete
if i were a bloody masochist
i'd embrace her every critique

i'd bend over so far i'd lose myself
i'd grovel in all her rejection
her anger would be sweet harmony
a concerto of passive aggression

she doesn't see the stuff i see
she thinks my world is all about me
she's given up on intimacy
it's simple my wife hates me

money can't buy love they say
but what to do with lust?
it rages underneath my love
she perverts desire to dust

she doesn't know the death i fear
she thinks my passion's in dark beer
she's given up on old king leer
it's simple my wife hates me

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Comments (2)

Money can't buy hapiness, but it can buy beer. Sad, powerful, and real. Well done!
I loved this...you tell a tale so real it has to make you laugh at life's drama~ Poor Stephen...your relationship sounds exactly like my sister and her husband 'Stephen'...hum makes me wonder if our names brand what we attract? ? ? Very Good Writing