Divorce
or 'Take the Money and Run'
I stole his loot, I ran over his foot
backing out and heading to work
when he came by and acted like a jerk
I signed the papers in a hurry
and took off for St. Kitts and Nevis
on a plan before he could find me
at an oceanside sanctuary
He wanted to sign the death certificate
before they released my obituary
but like that Body Heat character
I carefully moved the money
I threw a drink in his face
with extra lemon and ice
He didn't think twice, so he said to me,
'You evil ____, you just want my money.'
You keep on with the poem....
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