The dirty diapers, kids, and household chores,
They never cease, laundry piles up high,
It’s work from dusk ‘til dawn; what’s more,
A modern wife like me will never cry.
Lord knows we couldn’t have a happy home
Without my spouse’s friends: the drugs and booze
He loves, the deities upon his throne,
Including me, with whom he loves to schmooze.
But years ago, before I left this home
My life was tough: I cried and cried.
But heart once flesh is now a heart of stone,
For hubby bartered for a nouveau bride.
He pours contempt upon the Lord of Life,
And takes his pleasure from his cyber wife.