No More Sorrow Poem by Robert Sheridan

My initials are RLS and I've gotten into quite a mess
Because my ex-wife said, 'Get the hell outta here! '
She wouldn't give me half a chance, wouldn't give our romance a second glance
Then, with her blessings, burned our marriage to the ground.

Come on follow all the divorced men, they'll cry a tear for you every now and then
They're marching for their sanity now
Come on follow the Sorrow Lads, they'll make your heart feel sad
They're crying now, yes now is the sour.

They tell me everything will be alright, the trouble is they're so confused, they don't know the difference between what's wrong and what's right
And to make matters worse, our ex-wives are following us driving a hearse
And they won't give us a single dime; being on our own is like doing time
Then, with their blessings, watch us crumble to the ground.

Well, they see and hear us, it's like they have ESP
It's if they were right behind us looking over our shoulders, trying to bring us to our knees
They're so close we can feel their breath, but they don't want to touch us, maybe they're scared
And it's quite evident that nothing much has changed since our divorce dates.

They've come to watch us wither wither and die
But as far as we're concerned, we'd rather spit in their eye
Now's the time to get a grip, time to give them the slip
Time for us men to make a serious change.

We no longer want to feel them, we no longer want to see them
It's if they were no longer here, you know, non-existent
We'd rather find someone new, someone with a brain
Yes, we're thinking clearer, now that our ex-wives are out of our heads, and out of our lives!

'2008'