Misery Loves Company.
What I cannot abide
Is whatever spuriosities I spout
You won’t take my side-
My righteous words I never doubt.
I don’t roughly ride
Over the husbandly improvements you tout,
I hide my wounded pride
Behind folded arms and surly pout.
Lord knows I’ve tried
Laughing off all you witter about,
If you’d only shut up I’d
Have no need to shout.
‘Goodbye’ said my bride,
She cried ‘it’s over, I’m out,’
…Now it’s so lonesome inside
My strong silent empty redoubt.