a thirty second poem...'jeff, i love you too'

Jeff,

I love - you - too

…But:

We don’t spend quality time

Together any more

(I mean, when was the last occasion we made love

On the living room floor?),

And

We don’t laugh as much as we did

(All you go on about is your wretched

Income lid)

(I mean, why don’t you just

..Get a new job?)

Then

There’s Bob –

He’s been very sweet with me,

 And let’s be honest

You can be

A short-sighted prick

..Some days..

Jeff

I want to kick

Your goddamn walking-stick

From under you, guess

What?

I even want to boot you

In your forty carat crotch,

Smash your (faux) golden pocket watch

With a claw-hammer.

 (I mean, what happened to all

The promises of glamour).

Jeff, 

I love you too

...But:

We’ve never been shopping

In Piccadilly Arcade,

For diamonds, pearls

A girl’s

Best friend

I mean, I would follow you

To the bitter end

But for Chrissakes!

You ain’t worth much

In the marriage stakes.

Jeff,

I love you too

But here’s your wedding ring back

You no good fuckin’ screw!!