Despite imprecations
     yielding "FAKE" impact
     upon the head of this atheist,
especially when thy
     (untamable) shrewish wife
     takes umbrage against this beast
tee boy up **** excuse for a

     husband precariously
     bass (sic) lee perched
     on a figurative
     tightrope in creased
when withering tension (such as
     chronic money woes
     raises an ugly head
     imploring a sudden cosmic deist

convert to pluck me
     out this marriage well greased
with decades of vitriolic
     verbal eminent amber gris,
where envisioning being swallowed
     by Moby **** haint half as bad
as incessant thrashing from spouse,

     who expatiates, then gets cross
     at this near expired dad,
when aye experience her
     off fish shell reel
     (hook, line and
     sinker), where (when),
     she looses (and loses) wrath

     of Queen Kong sprinkling
     unladylike cringeworthy
     four lettered laced profanity largesse
     (Sargasso Sea sunned)
     favorite foul mouthed fad,
which "sailor blushing" gasp
     finds me swallowing

     hard syllabic retort (consonant
     effe f*k hay shuss
     mthr - fck*r) "EEE GAD"
bringing to ma mind, how parents
     used to bad mouth me
     (their only son),

when he hapt tubby    
     a passively aggressive lad
where booth me
     late mum, and papa
     got red red hot
     poker (faced) mad
cuz, aye got born this way

at those accursed moments
     futilely half heartedly praying
     aware oye vey
knowing full well beseeching
     divine alien abduction
     all for naught!