Separation

The soon-to-be-ex stands tall and mighty

But today he feels a little too feisty

“How can you leave me?  I don’t want you to stay.

Because after all you are in my way.

I must have a wife who knows her place,

One who doesn’t want to look me in the face.

You’ve cheated I know.  I just know it you see

And now of the kids I want custody.

I’m too wonderful to leave.  You must be crazy.

Get busy with housework you must be lazy.

And pay my bills I certainly have plenty.

If I pay my own, I will be left wanting.

I’m the man.  I’m the man.  You’re just a woman after all.

You can’t leave yet for I haven’t made you crawl.”

“I’ve had enough, any more would be silly

I’m leaving; you know I don’t want to dally.

You’ve bruised and cursed all that you see.

After all you’ve done you stand and accuse me?

You’re a jewel of a man it’s plain to see

To stay any longer I would be too crazy.

I’ve already given too much of me.

Now all I ask is that you let me be.

So shut up, old man, you are a bore.

Oh geez, don’t follow me out the door.”

The soon-to-to-be-ex stands outside, mighty and tall

Turned around once, dropped his pants, bared it all.

I sat behind the wheel of my car, the key in the ignition

Pondering fate and my own indecision

Should I kiss his ass with the grill of the car?

Or drive away and leave him without a mar?

My hands were shaking.  My nerves ready to jump.

Musing over “just one little bump.”

Trembling, I put the car in gear

With one last look at his ugly old rear.

Driving away, yes, I still did quake

And regretted forever that opportunity I did not take