Mrs. Hayes

Mrs. Hayes

Takes a fork

And stabs in her husband's neck

Rips his tongue

From his throat.

and slashes at his fatty jowls.

It's just a dream

A drunken dream

but it makes her feel better.

30 Years

Of wasted

Mr. Hayes

Lives alone

With his maid and cook.

"Get over here!

Get over here!

Christ! You're an idiot!"

30 Years

Of wasted life

My small comfort when I go.

When I go.

Is he'll be rotting in a home.

A breathing corpse.

Open casket Mr. Hayes.

When I go.

You

Gave

Me

Nothing!

No!