Miscalculation

On a note,

I don't write about love

I speak merely as a prophet

Or maybe more as a calculator

 

Go to him

Fall for him again

But don't say i didn't warn

Don't say I didn't tell you what would happen

 

He is man

He want's only passion

Love is rare and I don't see it

I don't see that sparkle in his eyes

 

Yes I am too

But I have thoughts

I spend days and days pondering

Calculating me, you and the future ahead

 

I see us

Safe and Secure

Tucked away in our suburban house

The children are at peace as we watch the news

 

Morning comes

I go to work as you stay

You keep our domain at peace and clean

Laundry, kitchen, dust, vacuum, shop, pay the pool boy

 

Wait

We dont have a pool boy

You let him in our domain and in our room?

What is in your puny, empty, thoughtless, over bleached head?

 

You stupid ignorant b***h!

You threw him on our bed and flipped the switch

You satisfy your sexual itch!

 

On a note,

Forget everything I said. 

Reviews

[Sarah Hale]

ROTFL! the ending was a shocker! Great job!

[K. Carver]

Wow. I'd have to say amazing and totally screwed up.
How dare she!
I love it, Chas.