Dismissal

[dedalus]

Love you, baby,

love you all the time,

 

and when you come down

with your buzzsaw mind

and slice me into chips and timber,

 

I drop my pants, all loose and limber,

and you gaze upon me with a look

of pain, with what one calls disdain

 

and say, now is not the time or place,

and sniff, dismissively, a child of grace,

and get the girl to SEW you into your dress

 

which is totally weird, but I digress:

 

I stand with my arms akimbo

and feel like a dull fat dimbo

in this flat and empty social plain.

 

I never loved you, you say,

I married you for money, OK?

 

My extension droops, I put a towel

upon it, oops, grab it as it drops

and look around for useful props.

 

Wild-eyed, brain-fried, sort of whimpering:

Tell me why oh why oh why oh why

you do these things that make me cry?

 

And you say, sort of simpering,

‘Cos it’s fun, hon. So I reach in the drawer

and pull out the gun, shoot the girl,

 

and as she plops down quickly on the floor,

a mincing whore, a little sinner,

my wife and I go down to dinner.

[tonyv]

This was starting to read like a romantic tragedy of sorts, a marriage soured, gone bad ... and then the unexpected ending! Perhaps it's the epitome of a good marriage with some role playing to keep things fresh.

 

Tony