Oh Wife Poem by Ethan Wilson

Aaaahhhh my mind it reaks
Of thought so wicked
And my words run bleak
Oh my actions so weak

It is tearing it is torn
My soul won't rest in peace
And my life is worn
There is no rose only the thorn

Please, Please, I beg of you
Let me get this right for once
I know it is her I can not lose
Get rid of the other, burn number two

I will keep a clean happy life
I would never do wrong
If I could have her satisfied
If only I will be, Oh wife