The Tear of the Wench

You keep telling me how good my life was with you then why is it Baby I got nothing left to lose?

It must have been my fault for the freedom to choose

Just tell me if I can anesthetize myself with booze?

You keep telling me how much you did for me

But I gave up everything I owned like a fool willingly

Forgive me my Lord if I take a knee

I would been treated better with a burial at sea!

It's the year of the wench if you can't see

Every man is a target rich source of alimony

Baby just forget the idea of living happily

Some how I got confused and lost my decree,

Forgive me for mistaking business for love

You were always better than me at push and shove

I was lied to when they said women were the dove

Need to find me an angel who fits me like a glove!

The year of the wench if you can't see

Women no longer a friend of you and me

How about a paid burial at sea

It seems self destruction is the key,
The world is held in an evil grasp it seems

Not just heart stopping fats and creams

She deals out abuse worse than any horrible dream

Aint no room gentleman for romantic moon beams!

Why would I ever say you can't trust the opposite sex

Better to take your chances with spicy Tex Mex 

Maybe latch onto a babe as vicious as a T-Rex

And you wonder why your life ended up on the wrong trek?

Too many failed soirees taking their toll

Another negative review from the opinion polls

Seems It's now time to pay the troll

You might as well have been shot from the grassy knoll! 

 
I think that I'm depressed totally blue

Thanks  to dealing with people just like you

While you're digging the grave of just a few

Yes, I'm sure you can castrate the men on cue!