Sleep, Deep In Irony Poem by James McLain

Woman, man to divorce..Dicourse of course..
The Judge ask the man..a question about her accusation,
I heard a lawyer say..your honor his body is here, but his mind
left on vacation..Judge to woman, Ma am, I think what you did
could be wrong, does your new boy friend know what you do,
what to say? ..When this romance does not last..and you come
here before me again?
Here is the house, property and all other accedes, begone..
You did a terrible, unspeakable thing..and are rewarded for it..
Nothing have you to say? ..May I retain you after hours to repair
this prenuptial agreement...Soto voice....