A Wife Speaks

As good a place as any to begin
is my own physical body
shorn of all accoutrements
naked, in front of you.
 
It’s not unalloyed beauty,
but neither a thing of shame.
I am what I am.
 
And yet it’s different with you;
your body is a thing of shame,
I know, I’ve seen it,
and I fully understand
how you must feel.
 
When the earth’s fragile resources
were carefully rationed between us
who said all the pies were yours?
And there’s worse.
 
It’s like God created a wondrous thing
somewhat akin to manna
to be a reward
for those who pleased him.
None of us shall taste it,
you broke into the warehouse
and stole it all,
stuffing yourself incessantly
until it was gone,
and now Jehovah’s a jealous God
and the world lives misery.
 
Do you remember
what your cock looks like?
Even when erect
it can’t escape the overhang,
though the issue is moot
as it hasn’t seen arousal
these past few years.
 
Everyone tells you to diet,
but it seems too much for you.
I’ll shorten it then.
Just die.
 
 
 
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