An angry mother left behind,
Cruel, unstable, and unkind,
She tells her children not to give
To their FATHER who has no right to live.
The battles waged, it never ends,
The fantasy, to part as friends,
To her it is a question of survival,
Death was then my only rival.
My victory, a clean kept house,
No cockroaches, not one mouse;
Her victory, the telephone
To remind them all, she is alone.
So marry well when you mate,
Half the time it ends in hate,
To marry is to set a course;
Happily married, happily divorced!