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I know you do it
don't play innocent with me,
if you don't want me around
you should just let me be.

You do it while we're out
wear your sunglasses on a cloudy day,
I'm not as stupid as you say I am
I try to keep my anger at bay.

I know the real truth
you can pretend all you like,
I'm sitting right here a$$hole
don't rubberneck in front of your wife.

When we are out shopping
you pick the prettiest cashier,
if my looks could kill you
you would have been dead for years.

You gawk out the window at home
don't let your eyes fall to the floor,
I should run out and get her for you
you hurt me to my very core.

Stop your damned rubbernecking
maybe I should do that to you,
but I won't stoop to your level
in this life, I've been screwed.

I know I'm not a model to you
but I am deep down inside,
I used to love you deeply
now it's just anger that resides.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.25/2015

I hate being this way. It's not the real me. But if you have a husband like mine, that thinks he's all that...and more...then you know what I'm talking about and where I'm coming from. No wonder marriages don't last. Who in the living hell am I kidding? He's been doing it since we first got together almost 25 years ago.

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