" Shut up...
To me do not yap!
Shut up or I'll throw you this cup!
Shut up or I'll drag you back to the club!
Look at you!...
Standing there like a statue,
in only one shoe...
and a half-buttoned blouse that is covered in puke too.
Look at the damn clock Kris!,
What time is this?....
Christ!, You even smell like piss?
Just stay away from me miss!
Do you even ever think of Heather?
...Our lovely 3-year-old daughter.
...Of how She needs her mother?
But I guess to you she simply doesn't matter.
Your drinking problem is now a tragedy,
...A calamity!
...that is slowing but surely...
Destroying our little family."
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Author:
Kimani (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2022 04:53
- Comment from author about the poem: An imagined lament of a stay-at-home dad to his wife who comes home drunk after work.
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Reading this took me back to a scenario, very vivid. I like it
Thanks shaa.
Looks like a satire, but in reality it happens to some families. Good imagination.
Very True,
Thanks for the read Hakikur.
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