What I valued most in him, you twisted and tore.
And though I'll admit that was necessary to prepare them for
All the mind-fucking and damage their job had in store,
Your disregard for the aftermath is what I deplore.
The truth is we had to suffer alone the burdens we bore.
I can only watch when you come, inside him, thorough my door,
And when you show yourself, I grit my teeth 'til they're sore.
But I'm no longer quite as threatened by you as before
Because I know someday you'll only be dust on my floor.
I don't call you evil or talk of settling any score,
You just are what you are, but I want to be part of it no more.
Seeing my husband's misery end will make my heart soar.
So enjoy owning him and teaching him your traditional lore,
But I'm promised the rest of his years; you get only four!
