[Betty]

My husband is an ass today
Could he yell a little louder?
Or tell the kids to clean their rooms some more
Lest he should get even madder

It makes me sad to think of it
And how it might have been much better
But now I don't know what to do
And so I seem to be feeling sadder

I ponder what a divorce would mean
Just how I'd make ends meet
But to live without the constant grouch
Would really be such a treat

Cuss Cuss Cuss, Yell Yell Yell
Yeah - that'll bring the kids up right
You know your done when the kids are crying
When I tuck them in at night

And sex! Ha. Yeah. Whatever.
Your just filled with unending charm
After making me feel like **** all day
and hitting me in the arm

Oh there you go yelling again
Don't you know that no one hears
We all just learn to shut you out
and swallow all our fears

How do you know when it's time?
How will the kids handle it?
How can we possible get by?
it throws me into fits.

So here I sit, alone upstairs
Wondering what to do
I just sit and write this poem
and wonder if I still love you.