This is my paranoid fear of my wife. I say, “she has bad thoughts of me in her head every time I fall”.
Image by New York Public Library via Flickr
After all the loneliness in life,
What do I tell my wife?
For she plans to kill me with the knife,
Putting me out of my misery,
This I fear,
As heckles rises on my back like a wild bear,
Her face has a leer,
From where do I run to?
On this crossroad two paths I see,
The path I take goes to sea,
Away I flee,
From my wife’s grand plan.
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