Should I take the time to explain,
Playing house was just a game.
You were expecting a mouse in our new life?
Aiming t to control me as your new wife?
How could I give you what you desire,
When you forced me to play with fire.
You hit me once, that was my clue,
-'Do it again, we will be through.'
Like two trains colliding in the night
Could expect there, to be a good fight,
You tried to belittle me in front of your clan,
-'Surprise, Surprise, I'm still looking for a man.'
It was your plan to drive me nuts,
So you could squander away my big bucks.
Your plan was to get it on a silver platter,
I was slow to realize that my love didn't matter.
Charging my Visa as high as you could,
I went to the bank and froze all the goods.
I had enough, You pushed me too far.
Quietly, I was soul ownership of our new car.
I'm not a rag doll for you to do with as you please.
My way was to get even with a smile of ease.
To make an impression,
You would be little me with disgrace,
Laugh at my misfortunes
Purposely get in my face.
Painting the house, was your plan every three years.
-'Why'? was my question, -'When only your bum boys were here.'
The double meanings, made you rack your brain.
Guess who now, has started a new game.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginning-of-the-end-part-1/
