
Proximity does breed contempt
And my husband is not exempt
All the things I once found cute
Make me want to kill the brute
In my dopamine addled haze
I hung on to his every phrase
Now three years into the marriage
I want to throw him under the carriage
His infinitives are routinely split
Scatological, his only wit
Leaves participles dangling
When he’s not rambling
Begins sentences with ‘Basically’
Answers questions evasively
At karaoke, believes he is Jagger
Without an ounce of the swagger
I can’t get no, Satisfaction
Only an allergic reaction
With ferocity, he digs his nose
To extract his gooey amigos
Then with ardour, he rolls the snot
Makes me wish it were my G spot
For days he wears same underpants
Ignores these, my gorgeous implants
I would have left him sooner
For that hunky piano-tuner
If it wasn’t for his chequebook
and the equity stake in Facebook
When we fall in love, we tend to see, what’s, so amazing about, each other, it isn’t until, reality set in, that we realize, weren’t, a match, made in heaven…
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I suppose there’s poetry in our mistakes too. Flirting with darkness makes us appreciate light 🙂
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