Missed In Action
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
More than complaining about,
The weak coffee made.
Or the frequency of smelled brunt toast.
Eggs tasteless and too hard to eat.
Or that freshly squeezed orange juice.
Pulpy, bland and not even sweet.
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
Dishes stacked with no one to wash.
Collected bags of garbage,
Stinking up the backyard.
And the leaves have not been raked,
Since you refused in your moodiness...
To act like a child.
And that's when I became irate.
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
I wish you would return to me,
Because I crave that delicious cake you make!
'And not the money I gave you to shop!
So you can tell your girlfriends,
What a lazy husband you've got? '
Honey,
That's what we do!
I had no idea...
The husbands met to lie like we do?
'Lie?
Lie...uh?
Well, I can bet...
Like you,
Their spouses are probably missed in action too!
No thanks.
Move on.
Find a new fool to screw! '
But, baby...
You're my boo!
'Well...
Take that 'boo'
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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