You eat me out of house and home,
you drink up all my beer.
You smoke my cigarettes and leave me none,
but if there yours I can’t come near.
You don’t contribute any money,
but get mad when we run out.
You think if things don’t go your way,
its grounds to scream and shout.
There isn’t any romance,
you’re never in the mood.
Frankly the little I do get,
isn’t very good.
When you leave me all alone,
I’m glad you are not around.
I don’t have to listen to,
your mouths annoying sound
The bills are getting higher
and my patients running thin,
It’s time I do something about
the mess I’m living in.
I get more attention from the dogs,
when footballs on tv.
Any game that you can find,
you sit and watch for free.
If someone were to look up worthless,
they would find your picture there.
The combination of all these things,
is more than I can bare.
My friends all think your trash,
and its time I see the light.
I think I’ll kick you to the curb,
and celebrate all night.
Get out ! Get out ! Get out of MY house,
and leave with what you came.
In the end I have lost nothing,
my life will be the same.
Get out ! Get out ! Get out of MY house,
here ends your easy life.
The silver lining of this story?
Thank God I’m not your wife!
This poem was written/submitted by Tiffany.