He wanted a ***** enlarger

gave him a magnifying glass

I said “where’s the food go”

he replied “look at your ***”

He likes to call me his experience

what he calls all his mistakes

I call him my grievance

my heart he constantly breaks

When he yawns he gets to open his mouth

otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about

he lives poor, so he can die rich

calls me an overspending *****

Were no longer love’s young dream

when I see him I want to scream

I **** his ills with pills

his money pays his funeral bills