Later and later, he'd come home to her,
said, "Business was booming, down where he worked;
Paperwork and deadlines, just couldn't wait,
so go on to bed, 'cause once more I'll be late."
~
She never questioned he was telling the truth,
so she slept all alone, in a bed made for two;
Day after day, and night after night,
she'd play the role of a good, little Wife.
~
Her patience ran out, her trust all but died,
as she wondered how many times he had lied;
So one night she followed him, after he left,
and if he had lied, she'd have her revenge.
~
At a two-story home, he pulled in the drive,
where a woman was waiting, arms opened wide;
She watched as they kissed, she watched the whole thing,
then something within her, snapped like a string.
~
No more would she play, the fool he had made,
and within her emerged, an Ocean of rage;
She reached in her glove box, and pulled out a gun,
tonight she was going to have some fun.
~
Up to the door, she strolled with a grin,
he never would lie to her, ever again;
Then she entered the home, through the solid, oak door,
where she found them both naked, embraced on the floor.
~
She pointed her pistol, not a word did she say,
and into their bodies, the bullets did spray;
Then she climbed into her bed made for one,
and under her pillow, she slipped the small gun.
~,
She'd never slept better, then she did on that night,
when at last from her back, she pulled out the knife;
She learned quite a lesson, about who she was,
if you ever betray her, she'll reach for her gun.
