Jealous Husbands, Cheating Wives

jealous husbands cheating wives

a box of wet matches a drawer of dull knives

They wear on each other when no one would bother

to reflect on the failure of misguided lives

they can search for an answer, they can look for a cure

and pretend that their puerile dreams are just pure

but in thundering rage and the uneven silence

they cleave to each other for unholy guidance

who else could concoct such a shoddy contrivance

who else could conceive such a mucked-up alliance

surely the heavens reject their defiance

but alas, no angel to offer an answer

no cure for a love that has become a cancer

there’s no special tool for sharpening knives

no secret science to drying out matches

no proven method for smoothe separation

no way to erase the miscalculation

separately they pay a singular pennance

living the dream of a day of remembrance

a life of damnation for a night of romance

deserving their self-serving sentence.