she doesn't see the kids i see
she thinks her stuff is all about me
she's given up on intimacy
it's simple my wife hates me
i'd take it like a manly man
how my life would be complete
if i were a bloody masochist
i'd embrace her every critique
i'd bend over so far i'd lose myself
i'd grovel in all her rejection
her anger would be sweet harmony
a concerto of passive aggression
she doesn't see the stuff i see
she thinks my world is all about me
she's given up on intimacy
it's simple my wife hates me
money can't buy love they say
but what to do with lust?
it rages underneath my love
she perverts desire to dust
she doesn't know the death i fear
she thinks my passion's in dark beer
she's given up on old king leer
it's simple my wife hates me
Stephen Roxborough
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-goosed/
