The Wife's Tears

Tent

It matters to you.
It matters that I don't notice her;
It matters that I don't smile at her.
What's the big deal?

I accidentally unfriended her
And you frieked out...
Because she frieked out.
What's up with that?

So what if I don't talk to her?
We're not friends anyway.
She is just an acquaintance
- someone I merely see in church on Sundays...
That's about it...

You say that she's a "big help";
I do not see that; I'm sorry...
What does she do?
Except for alienating you?

My judgment is prejudiced...
My impressions are marred...
Because she caused you to stray from us...
She caused you to turn and abandon us...

You are here physically...
Like a zombie.
But your heart is lost;
Your mind has wandered...

She hides behind that make-shift home.
A tent, nonetheless...
She is alone.
Waiting for you, I guess.

I won't approach her.
She is not royalty!
I'm not subject to her coaxing...
I'm not her property!

Let her rot in her suffocating territory!
Mine is the open air to breathe.
Let her wait and stink.
See if I care what she will think.

I came here to have fun;
Not to chat with her in her tent.
If she thinks I'm such a snob,
So be it; I'm also a lazy slob!

Haha to her.
She thinks she's God's gift to men!
I'll let her be...
In her tent...
Waiting...
Waiting...
For attention...