Your wife shouldn’t be in charge of a fire
Your wife should certainly not drive
She’s merrily rolling on two glasses
She’s been abstinent all week
But you’ve just phone d up at 6
You should be on your way home
But you’ve lost track of time
You’re still stuck at work
She says why bother
If you cannot come home early
After a whole week away
What’s the point of the agreement?
You might as well stay in London
If that is all we matter
To you
This was meant to be a solution
A compromise for the best
But it’s as if we don’t exist
And frankly
I will not accept it
You stay with a friend in London
Have meals on demand and a social life
Your wife scrimps and saves
And for what
To be told you’ve got carried away at work
Well that’s just not good enough
She’s been alone all week
No grown-ups to talk to
No let up
Just so that you can earn some money
Well honey
It ain't going to work
If you want her to be faithful and loving
You’ve got to pull something out of a hat
The chances of you seeing this are nothing
So don’t be surprised when you come home and there’s nothing for you but darkness…
This has been written after ¾ a bottle of champagne and a spritzer... I have got to get my kicks somewhere…
