The lights are flashing and flickering,
but my wife she doesn’t stop bickering.
raise my hands up over my ears,
try to drownout the sound till it all disappears!
no i dont even plan it.
but she just demands it..
these useless words of nonsense,
they’re not even worth five cents!
but i’d give her a dollar,
if she would not holler,
and trap her in a picket fence!
ship her off to england,
and id hope shed enjoy her tea!
because the day i die is the day,
i hope she comes back to me!

This poem was written/submitted by Nathan Karczewski.