"Marriage Counselor," by Norman Rockwell, 1963.‘No One’ by Robert Cooperman The Society June 21, 2016 Humor, Poetry 2 Comments No one can hate you like a former spouse. It sounds like a country-western song, I know, but no one can mutter you’re such a louse as an ex-lover who swears, “What a souse, and if I tried to say a word, he’d go, ‘How’d you like to be a dead former spouse?’” A boiling war zone to share the same house when things begin to get really stink-o, each of you muttering, “A dirty louse!” Even if you’ve been upright as a mouse, and never considered landing a blow, no one can hate you like a former spouse. Even if they find a new love, they’ll grouse, he/she “just ran away with all my dough, and even worse, was such a rotten louse.” He might say, “She belongs in a whorehouse.” And she, “Let him burn in hell-fire, below.” No one can hate you like a former spouse, nor mutter and curse you’re a giant louse. Robert Cooperman is a poet living in Denver, Colorado. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses David Martin June 21, 2016 From the Matrimonial Minefield He was such a sterling lad, Always in virtue clad, But his marriage, it went bad. She took everything he had; His children lost their dad. In due time he went mad. Do you find this story sad? He was such a happy lad. Reply LSC June 23, 2016 I married an angel Sent from heaven down. I could not be kind enough. To keep my angel from a frown. I went mad from my despair. Oh cursed this human form. So rough, crude, and stupid too. My nature, I did reform. Then my angel smiled again. And I too, peaceful inside. When my angel flies away. I too will, in peace reside. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.