For better or worse I can't get any better She can't get any worse Is it any wonder therefore Why married couples divorce? When the joy of sex Is replaced by endless work Daily irritants, impatience, and quirks Grins and giggles with smug smirks Compliments and praises with angry faces Tenderness and kindness with foul cruelty Blessings replaced with bitter cursing Sacrifice and sincerity with selfishness Peace and serenity with utter insanity Manipulation, control, and intimidation Become the reproachable order of the day As femininity digresses to degradation Anger, rage, and revolt leading to alienation The self enthroned princess on her lofty high horse Enamored with her own perfection and self-exaltation Emotional fluctuation and endless erroneous presumption No matter the festive season, rude rhyme, or rigid reason Marriage undoubtedly is not for boys, neither is it for wimps All females have their own unique skillful bag of tricks To seduce, snag, snare, sway, and break a man Yet as for me I cannot succumb to such domination Neither can I be brought under by hurtful rejection Though I be undermined, my soul remains sublime Emasculation I shall not embrace any moment in time For I love me, myself, & I and can be perfectly fine.
With or without my nagging, complaining wife Of course she too could make do without me My imperfections and her accusations about how I am so messy, though I think myself to be quite tidy Nevertheless with a perfectionist one always falls short Therefore this devilish notion of divorce By reason of irreconcilable differences We shall continue to ponder and court While of each other we make vile sport.