Poetry

Whose Wife Is She, Anyway?

*She wakes up & reads Jose*

Check it out…

I think she’s my wife

We had no cute little ceremony

But I think she’s my wife

If we divorce I owe her no alimony

But I think she’s my wife

I just think she’s my wife

I’m free to think that and so I do

I show people her picture and tell em

I think she’s my wife

And if she dies I will cry

Because I think she’s my wife

I’ll show up to the funeral

To bury my wife

I’ll show up to her grave

And talk to my wife

I know people will give me strange looks

Because I think she’s my wife

I like the way my wife looks

I think she’s my wife

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Keep your eyes peeled for the next installment, titled: She Thinks I’m Her Husband

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