The Dog Ate My Homework

The Proverbial Noose

I woke up from my brief nap

Grateful it is not a trap

As I felt the sides of my new home

A cushioned, constricted, silent dome

I allowed myself a smile

God knows it's been quite a while

Relieved and happy the risk paid of

And I'm free from unrequited love

Love that turned into a chore

At last, I am free from your

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

Me for every misfortune shaming

You from the day we had wed

Since then you have wished me dead

Here I am today and there you are

Peace at last no matter how bizarre

Go home, my love, leave me be

Bequeath me serenity

Walk away and leave me cold comfort

I am willingly Slumber's consort

I had told you, I'd warned you

One day your wish would come true

From years of love, bitterness took shape

Till all I longed for was to escape

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

Me for every misfortune shaming

You from the day we had wed

Since then you have wished me dead

All the mourners have gone home

Why remain like a syndrome

You have craved me gone and here I am

I've surrendered my life like a lamb

I beg you leave, let me sleep

You whimper? Don't you dare weep

You claimed for years I'd given you grief

And now you wail, shaking like a leaf

My dear, what is this pretense

Lies after years of intense

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

Me for every misfortune shaming

You from the day we had wed

Since then you have wished me dead

I left you when you least expected

Tired feeling rejected, dejected

Verbal noose around my neck

All abuse; love, not a speck

Not a day passes without your words

Harsh and crass, a sad, broken record

Proverbial noose I made real

I'd become too tired to deal

I'd tied it tight, and with much aplomb

Kicked the stool and welcomed freedom from

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

Me for every misfortune shaming

You from the day we had wed

Since then you have wished me dead

Why are you still standing there

From the grave, I still suffer

Please leave me the silence of this land

Go. Wait. What do you have in your hand

A token of love ne'er said

No hope, I was falsely led

It glints as you raise it to your head

No! No! No! Do not do what we'd dread

You tremble as it touches your temple

Bang! And it resumes without preamble

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

Me for every misfortune shaming

You from the day we had wed

Since then you have wished me dead

It has resumed as you fall

On my coffin; you see all

Reasons this was the worst thing to do

No heaven, no hell—just me and mildew

And once again you started blaming

Me for your sentence, so condemning

All I'd wanted was a bit of bliss

But then you'd trailed me to this abyss

But I won't submit; it's my turn now

My turn to blame you, you dreadful cow

Incessant whining, screaming, blaming

You for every misfortune shaming

Me from the day we had wed

Since then I have wished me dead

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TheIlluminators