I Quit

She calls me on the weekend when there’s something that she needs, Like I might be inclined to do a favor. I know she’ll only use me till she’s gotten what she wants Then spit me out like gum that’s lost its flavor. But what the hell, it’s no big deal, Just drop the phone and let her pitch a fit. I quit! She’s got a brutal temper when she’s hanging on the line And tries to twist the facts to her advantage. She fashions her PR campaigns of rhetoric and lies, Intending to inflict some mortal damage. But they’re just words, not sticks and stones. Her ranting doesn’t bother me a bit. I quit! Her diamond’s on her right hand like a trophy that she’s earned For twenty years of being inconvenienced, Symbolic of accomplishments in anything but love, With my distress among her great achievements. But I don’t care, it’s just a ring. And I can say I’ve gotten over it. I quit!