Why do I love thee?
I must be insane
Inside our home a sign should read:
“Abandon romance, all of ye”
Thou let it go—no, thou shot it dead
Within three years from when we were wed
“I love thee”—that I haven’t heard
Since many months before our third
And thou would rather watch TV
Than spend a night alone with me
And chivalry
Is not for thee
And by our toilet is thy pee
Our passion shrinks
Thy waist expands
I do not like breasts on my man
My birthdays come
My birthdays go
But dost thou notice?
Dost thou know?
Thou talkest shit from dusk ‘til dawn
Our marriage is a fucking yawn
Thy life is football, beer, TV
It will not change, I guarantee
Why do I love thee?
I don’t know.
Come to think of it,
I don’t love thee
I hate thee
Thou hast ruined my life, you son a bitch!