Marital Un-Bliss! Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

It beats the hell out of me really why you ever
bother to come home at all, for when you
do you obviously have no time for me
just as you keep saying that the
kids get on your nerves and
never afford you any
peace of mind or
tranquillity.
What’s more, when you’re actually here all
you ever do is loaf around on the settee,
stuff your face with burgers and chips,
smoke like a demented chimney
while additionally guzzling
down umpteen cans of
beer repeatedly.

Which evidently begs the obvious question:
“What on earth ever possessed you to get
involved in matrimony in the first
place and, more importantly,
with someone like me? ”
For realistically we’ve nothing positive
going on between us, no suitable life
together or any kind of meaningful
social intercourse really worth
speaking about; that’s why
I want out and shall, of
course, be filing for
a quick divorce!

© Stanley V. Collymore
6 May 2013.