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Neanderthal

 

Awoke on this fine morning to the clamor of the day

i stepped in side my living room and wished id run away

As I looked around the devastation, the chaos and debris

I heard five guilty voices… their pleas “it wasn’t me”

Well heck… I guess I slept so sound last night… I guess I didn’t know

A localized hurricane… was whipping up a blow

Sweet hubby with his blatant charm, offered to set it right

It doesn’t matter... I smiled sweetly, you still get non tonight

All day I had to listen, to the repetition of his woe

I murmured placating comments… as I thought where he could go

He actually tried conversing with all the elegance of an ape

He started sounding reasonable… guess its time to medicate

I got these pretty pink pills… to help me make it through

“But seeing as how you’re the biggest cause… should I be giving them to you”

Perhaps if he were sedated… I wouldn’t be at beck and call

Perhaps I was mistaking…

to marry a neanderthal

........(hubby number one (i number them because its just easier that way).. used to invite his buddys around for drinking sessions all the time.... and they would basically trash the place leaving guess who to pick up the pieces.. if that wasnt bad enough he'd also sit there can in hand staring at the t.v letting the kids wreck havoc.....also inspired by him my version of the 12 days of xmas.)

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romantic nights

dishes piled high...with in the sink

your suppers late... thats bad you think

your storming off... in a royal mood

screaming orders... for some food

complaining hard... that suppers late

im reaching now.... for that new cleaned plate

i smile sweetly... as i dish your food

the puppy cleaned it ... really good

i listen to... your vast complaints

as i clear away... your emptied plate

your full of shit... but not for long

laxative stew... do you think thats wrong?

it was over salted... and and dosed up well

i hand you coffee... and you cant tell

thirst is quenched... but its full of spit

because im tired ..of your constant shit

your playing cards... on computer screen

ignoring me... but i wont be mean

i watch the clock.. as i wait and smile

the laxative.. will be just a while

your belly rolls... and you clench your cheeks

an hour later.. the bathroom reeks

and yet still... you are... so full of crap

but dont worry dear... cos ill get you back

bed time's near... and you think we'll play

but no way darlin... theres non today

a final coffee...and you drink it gone

that was a doze of trazadone

feeling drowsy... you've your teeth to do

with that very same brush... that i cleaned the loo

so nag complain and bitch and squeal

ill smile sweetly.. as you call to heel

now snoring hard ...to wake the dead

your belly empty... though you were fed

i grab my pillow... as i ponder through

what the law would do ... if i smothered you

........(hubby number two... turned out to be a total control freak, after id signed on the dotted line of course... and if your wondering how i could be an idiot twice theres a post knocking around some where that explains how you fall into that mind set... any way i wrote this as i was starting to feel quite ill (was after, i think, the second procedure (i lose track). i was supposed to be on bed rest but he wouldnt stop whining, complaining, bitching about everything .... did i really do all those things or am i using creative licence .... hell yes i did them... i was sick of his bullying... petty pay back like that kept me sane.. if you think that was bad you should hear what i did after the separation lol...yes i am an wicked mean evil woman.)

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hmm makes me look a bit of a bitch really huh need something else for balance perhaps?

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