she doesn't see the kids i see <br />she thinks her stuff is all about me <br />she's given up on intimacy <br />it's simple my wife hates me <br /> <br />i'd take it like a manly man <br />how my life would be complete <br />if i were a bloody masochist <br />i'd embrace her every critique <br /> <br />i'd bend over so far i'd lose myself <br />i'd grovel in all her rejection <br />her anger would be sweet harmony <br />a concerto of passive aggression <br /> <br />she doesn't see the stuff i see <br />she thinks my world is all about me <br />she's given up on intimacy <br />it's simple my wife hates me <br /> <br />money can't buy love they say <br />but what to do with lust? <br />it rages underneath my love <br />she perverts desire to dust <br /> <br />she doesn't know the death i fear <br />she thinks my passion's in dark beer <br />she's given up on old king leer <br />it's simple my wife hates me<br /><br />Stephen Roxborough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-goosed/
