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.

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  1. David Martin

    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.

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  2. LSC

    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.

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