MARRYING THE WRONG SISTER
When does marriage end,She'll never be a friend.
I know she'll never divorce,
She'll keep me here under thumb.
Slowly sucking the life out of me,
Until she sees the end of me.
I'll never be free of her,
My life is over before it begun.
Her sister's the one I love,
As for my misanthropicke wife.
At first her kiss was strawberry
sweet, As her hate grew,
Her love for me turned bitter
sweet.
I'll kill my hated wife,
There will be no dear.
Yes dear, No grovelling not tonight,
For what she calls a pathetic life.
She often reminds me,
She only married me because.
She was pregnant complaining,
You couldn't even get that right.
She lost our child, She blames
me. Telling me how useless I am,
Every single day and night.
Oh but her sister my ever shining light,
She told me how she was in love with me,
Then again, I'll never be free, With that
old hag being married to me.
Decided as my mind was in a funk,
As long as I was married to that thing.
I might as well go out and get drunk,
Why can't she let me go and be happy.
As I edged my way home my mind,
Started working over time. So she
thinks I cannot do anything right,
I'll show her, Tonight's the night
I'll end her pathetic life,
She'll be fast asleep in her bed.
In our marriage she decided,
Making it very clear.
She wanted me no one near.
As I climbed the stairs creaked,
She hadn't stirred being fast asleep.
Leaving the light off I crept in,
Which was funny, She always
Thought I was a creep.
Placing a pillow over her head,
Across her face wanting her to
be dead. I held it fast until she,
Breathed her last breath.
Singing the wicked witch is dead,
I slid down the creaking stairs.
I sobered up quickly as my wife,
Turned to me and said.
"Be quite you drunken fool,
Sisters laying down upstairs,
With a migraine head".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-21 at 00:37
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