When is it finally over,
When do you know when you are history,
When those sweet little nothings,
Those things you once whispered,
Now fall on deaf ears,
Is it time to pack up,
Get your things,
And just leave!
Well, enough said,
Their beauty is fading,
Their greedy motives are revealed,
Did they like us for ourselves,
Or for our money's appeal?
Is it a matter of greed,
Love or lust,
Who can you really trust.
With all of the people lining up,
It is time to make our intentions know,
It is time to leave the talk behind,
And move in the back of my broke down pick up truck.
It was a shotgun marriage,
And a high caliber divorce,
What other high stake adventures,
Do we have on the horizon.
What do we turn to,
Where do we go,
Life is serious,
Marriage is the same,
Now all I ask is to pass is our tax cut!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem