My Wife
MY WIFE
A *****
A witch
Necessary evil begin.
Needed her once,
Now yet to kill her
An unfortunate
sin.
Her womb
A vessel
I and she needs to fill.
Yet menopause insanity
My wife should her find a cure pill.
My wife …she’s over the hill
Again, want to kill
thou shalt
cant not fulfill.
From killing her, I should find a cure pill.
My wife
A good cleaner
Diner maker
Betty Crocker
Cake baker.
No compare
Brittany spears shaker
What a sexy shaker
But my wife
Hate her,
She’s moody
Unpredictable
A Dracula queen.
Cant stand her anger
Raging housewife mean
A mean machine
I cant stand her being.
Besides she no longer fit
Those tight
Blue jeans.
She lost her sheen
Gray skin
Unclean
A *****
A witch
yet to kill her
unfortunate
Sin.
My wife, never should have
Let it ever begin.
Copyright © Catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009
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