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Lovers Union

She said our marriage
Was too much like a job
While we must work to make a living
It was time she laid me off

She was sick of rules, she'd paid her dues
Said I'll see you in the hall
Then she told me that my pension
Really was a little small

I'm not sure when we joined the lovers union
She thinks she's president 
Of our residence
And that's led to some confusion

I ain't out on strike
But I feel the strife
And I've come to the conclusion
That I'd rather have my right to life
Than be in this lovers union

Now I'm not sure  
 I care to ratify
The contract that we entered in
On our wedding night

Cause It seems that all of our I do' s 
Have turned to our I dont' s
And the grievance for her leaving
Is that she feels all alone

I'm not sure when we joined the lovers union
She thinks she's president 
Of our residence
And that's led to some confusion

I ain't out on strike
But I feel the strife
And I've come to the conclusion
That I'd rather have my right to life
Than be in this lovers union

So much for
My seniority
I lived in this house first 
But now she owns the keys

And the picket fence I built
One post at a time
Left scabs upon my knees
Man she crossed the line

Like the minutes in the courtroom
All her motions I declined
When I found out what I once owned
Was hers and never mine

Now I'm not sure why I joined the lovers union
I'll think long and hard 
Before I sign the card
After this conclusion

I ain't out on strike
Yet I feel the strife
All my money she's now using
It's an expensive way one you'll probably pay
If you join the lovers union

Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2018

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