Not Yet

I have a rope, it's tied to a beam; My hopes are all shattered and so are my dreams. By my computer is a note of the why's I hope they can read it; there's tears in my eyes. There on the couch is a skirt that was hers; Where her blouse is, of that I'm not sure. I took a shower and washed my hair twice; What ever I do I have to look nice. I have some rags that will be of good use; But I have to keep wondering am I being obtuse. I'll make a dummy adorned with her wig; I'll laugh like a mad man when it snaps like a twig. What's that you're thinking, revenge is not good; Then do clue me in, I wish that you would. Better the dummy than her or me; That's not so bad you have to agree.