It could have been a better year
But what truly makes me sneer
All the spinsters who silently shed a tear
Being committed to one man they find so queer,

All the women who left their man for a bad boy
All that grief did you really enjoy?
Breaking hearts like a child's toy
Such destructive tactics you deploy,

I must say you excel in suppressing joy
Remember your husband's name was Roy
Oh how you maneuvered you were so coy
You wrestled with the complaints of Portnoy,

Oh my savage little one the day is not done
You'll think that maybe you've won
Now you can oil up and bathe in the sun
However you're not fooling anyone,

The well endowed car wreck who has an old man
Because he has a bank roll in his hand
And he will succumb to all your demands
You and your self serving plans,

Could it have been the presence of sin?
When in the body of a little girl you were living in?
Silent as the drop of a pin
Remember, toss that fetus in the bin,

What was wrong with compromise?
Was it giving in that you despised?
Couldn't have your way and you sighed
Did he really trust you when you lied?

Oh the spinster deep inside
So what if you made them cry
There's obviously little reason why
Oh don't ever look them directly in the eye,

My little evasive aging queen
You rejected me but you always leaned
On a man who was seen and unseen
He really didn't know you had the mind of a teen,

Contained within your wounded spleen
But infidelity was always so keen
So like a Peacock you would preen
Hoping you'd escape blame at the crime scene,

In the aftermath of this nightmare
What a joke that you actually cared
You were too busy with your fanfare
A gentleman's heart would never escape your lair,

How fashionable to say the world is unfair
When in truth you could never care
You were always too wicked to share
You were just a spinster who dared.