I'M Tired Jen

I AM TIRED JEN (THE ALIBI) Lips and hair and style and grace, Conserted effort to paint that face, Creams and perfume, a smell divine, Lace and silk that were once mine. Stench of deciept hangs in the air, Slips on her heels without a care, Where once was love, detest now thrives, As she brings infidelity into our lives. Contacts a friend, her alibi now set, She lies and leaves with zero regret, My soul is cleaved, my heart is riven, Destroyed my being, she is never forgiven.