Look we both know
the
opposite sex
is grief's retail outlet
And that you won't spit on my
grave,
in case something grows
Having now taken that fly off my
neck
I wore when I heard your husband say
he wouldn't hurt one,
Now
we're both angry as cornered pacifists
because forever didn't last
long
enough for me to get
my shoes and socks back on.
I'll admit - that
when I cooked,
and we were short of vinegar
I just used Streak Free Glass Cleaner.
Oh, without the Ammonia!
