"It's time for a revolution" she cried.
"But who will be the first to put the foot in the stride
of the Nazi, goose-stepped, scum of today,
that bypass us, to get their way"

The clock sounds, we wake up,
and brush our teeth, with a smile
and enough concern to last the day
so they can say "I love my wife"
and get away with using you
as a tool to clean the house.

You feel a fool, 'cos you he's cheating,
at those committee meetings.
Where they discuss the price of butter,
and you don't matter,
and they don't mind.
The way they treat you hurts from the inside.

They come home late,
They don't phone.
Go on dates,
leave you alone,
to think of you,
provoke you to moan
"I married you 'cos I was all alone"
"I married you 'cos you were a housewife clone"

etc

[School poem, C-]

© BriZan and the Bearsuits