"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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.