Unlike you, I realize
The bitter lies
Lodged behind her deceptive eyes

And I see right through to
The dulling brain
The profane, the ingrained ignorance

And the shrill, the shrieks
That you mistake
For entertainment or masochistic passion
Are the agonies of a thousand vacant homes lit

To have and to hold is a wonderful thing
To her, the only thing
And the memories are so easily cast aside
For green and silver and inflated pride

You can say I didn’t warn you
Because like you I put up with her ****
Silent and waiting til I leave
Gold diggers come in spades
But she rode in on a backhoe
Emphasis on the **.