He's been seeing your wife,
And he doesn't care,
They've done it in your kitchen,
And on your stairs,
He's seen beads of sweat across her body bare.
You just don't know it,
But when you're at work,
Earning your millions,
He sends her beserk,
She is happier now than she's ever been before.
She says,
You are useless,
Hopeless in bed,
All you can think of
Is your power instead,
Earning your money
Takes all your time,
She's all alone and
That's such a crime,
She deserves more,
More than money can buy.
You have just phoned her,
You're working late again,
But she'll be ok,
Because she's got a friend,
And you'll probably be happier with your Mercedes Benz,
She says.
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tell me this isn't a true situation, I just went through the same thing! Good writing! Nice to have an avenue to vent through.