Mar 2020
She had left her employment
restructuring and the son of the Company's now in charge
suddenly things are changing
I was still doing 70 hours nighttime shifts per week
we have savings, so far so good
but she was bored staying home, had always worked
so within two weeks she was back at a new place
in the place of a week I noticed a difference in her
I would pick her up at close of day and I couldn't make her laugh
any more
she was tired, drained and somewhat vacant
distracted, even indoor she was quiet, listless
what's wrong, what's the matter
Oh, I'm just tired, I became worried, something was amiss
finally she let on, very reluctantly
I am being bullied at work, she said
What?
Now, my wife was my weakness, do anything to me
but don't and I mean DON't dare trouble my wife
I was raving, I was going there in the morrow
she begged me not to do that, please let it be, I'll handle it
OK, how about quitting immediately I said, we won't starve
No, she said, let's forget it, I'll be alright
each day thereafter I watched the light go out of her eyes
I suffered, cursed, begged for her to quit
But she maintained she's alright
Worse still, she didn't want to talk about things
Oh, they just pick on me, make jokes at my expense, do things
I suffered more than her, she's my Achilles's heel
she hurt, I double hurt, she pain I pain more
this dainty little gentle harmless lady, had always been liked generally
why is this happening to her
furthermore all kinds of strange events were happening around us
our domestic bliss was being eroded
clouds had gathered, things were changing
On a factory wall across our block, a large graffiti appeared overnight
it wasn't Banksy, he's still at Art class then
It read " Class War, feed the Poor eat the rich"
I drove past some days later and saw that ingrate **** Bobby
and his mates pointing at me, as they leaned against the graffiti wall
I had more pressing things on my mind
I wanted my happy relaxed wife back
I still do not cotton on that we were now in a war zone
somebody was being done
being done up as a Kipper, they were later to tell me.......
restructuring and the son of the Company's now in charge
suddenly things are changing
I was still doing 70 hours nighttime shifts per week
we have savings, so far so good
but she was bored staying home, had always worked
so within two weeks she was back at a new place
in the place of a week I noticed a difference in her
I would pick her up at close of day and I couldn't make her laugh
any more
she was tired, drained and somewhat vacant
distracted, even indoor she was quiet, listless
what's wrong, what's the matter
Oh, I'm just tired, I became worried, something was amiss
finally she let on, very reluctantly
I am being bullied at work, she said
What?
Now, my wife was my weakness, do anything to me
but don't and I mean DON't dare trouble my wife
I was raving, I was going there in the morrow
she begged me not to do that, please let it be, I'll handle it
OK, how about quitting immediately I said, we won't starve
No, she said, let's forget it, I'll be alright
each day thereafter I watched the light go out of her eyes
I suffered, cursed, begged for her to quit
But she maintained she's alright
Worse still, she didn't want to talk about things
Oh, they just pick on me, make jokes at my expense, do things
I suffered more than her, she's my Achilles's heel
she hurt, I double hurt, she pain I pain more
this dainty little gentle harmless lady, had always been liked generally
why is this happening to her
furthermore all kinds of strange events were happening around us
our domestic bliss was being eroded
clouds had gathered, things were changing
On a factory wall across our block, a large graffiti appeared overnight
it wasn't Banksy, he's still at Art class then
It read " Class War, feed the Poor eat the rich"
I drove past some days later and saw that ingrate **** Bobby
and his mates pointing at me, as they leaned against the graffiti wall
I had more pressing things on my mind
I wanted my happy relaxed wife back
I still do not cotton on that we were now in a war zone
somebody was being done
being done up as a Kipper, they were later to tell me.......
