It's bad enough as it is just listening to your music
Even badder, the fact you're abusive
Why can't it be like the rom-coms?
Or the movies with those slow love songs?
But, this? This is not love.
You should make me feel like a dove.
Instead, you're slapping me 'round with a glove
And pushing me way beyond a small shove
I no longer feel the need to take your CRAP
So what I'm gonna take is a nap
And after a second of that...
You'll see
Just how abusive I'll be
Chains will bond you to hell
And all you'll do is scream and yell
Of course, I'll need to think this through
But, truth is, YOU'RE SCREWED.
(P.S., Have fun dying!)
Signed: Your dearest, humble wife. xoxo
