How do you say, goodbye,
painlessly?
What are the words to use,
when you see,
the slow progression towards
her insanity?
The sadness inside this wretch
of a man,
who never had a significant,
thought out plan,
to care for his wife,
an elderly child.
Fortunately for I and for she
her actions are mild.
I pray, that I soon will see
a way for a goodbye,
with dignity.

Marriage, is not a Contact Sport.

Mock bravado,
is what you do.
Not wearing a mask,
makes a fool out of you.
The act,
no mask for thee,
sets a poor example,
that your followers see.
A pox on you,
you childish man,
with your feet of clay
and head of sand.

In the family room
and I see,
a Crow on the fence,
looking back at me.
In his beak, like a man,
an empty Bud Light beer can.
Did he have a thirst?
I can't say,
for he dropped the can
and flew away.