Thinking of our life
As it was t\'wards the end;
All the things so broken
You did not care to mend.
Midnights found me sleeping
You still doing your thing
Volume turned to silent
So I wouldn\'t hear a ring
Morning found me ready
Before the kids awoke
As I think it should be
With ordinary folk
I\'d see you as I\'m leaving
Recently arose
Wondering where to find
Their necessary clothes
Pregnant with the screaming
That closely would attend
The lack of preparation
No temper could amend
Looking after children
One hand at a time
Demands on your attention
Treated as a crime
Every day you cared
Less and less some more
Every common curtesy
Too much of a chore
Coming home from work
Later than I\'d hoped
I\'d find the mornings mess
Untouched, and there you moped
No dishes cleaned or racked
No washing folded neat
No care about my day
In commitments self defeat.
I\'d see the adage fit
Our house was not a home
Just a place you\'d sit
While on your mobile phone.
It\'s hard to miss you baby;
Such a worthless slut
As time goes on I\'m running
Out of all \"ah but...\"s
I\'m better off without you
If truth were coldly told
Everything about you;
Soiled and cheaply sold.