Aidy Lady

 

Fat

Laundrymat

Wash the damn clothes

Fry the bacon

Achin’

Kiss him good morning

Retch on the way out

Hey Lady

Aidy Lady

You’re married and you love him.

Puke.

Look Luke

The house is burning

Yay!

Find another.

Crawl in,

Oh Fat One,

and make it a home.

Fat, Fat

To the laundrymat.

Gross

Tonight he wants roast

The dog craps on the floor

And the Aidy Lady cries.

Tonight

He’ll be horny

Think he was borny horny

Fat asks,

“This is love?”

No, crow,

But don’t look for something better

You’ll never find it

Life’s behind it

Never ever find it.