Man's Life

She doesn't think she loves me anymore.
Wants to talk about it. 12:38 A.M.
Her propped against pillows lying in bed.
Watching I love Lucy reruns.
Me trying to fall asleep between 
Lucy and her idiotic remarks.

Don't worry it's not a sex thing.
Sex has nothing to do with it.
You've always more then satisfied that itch in me.
In that reassuring voice, once used on our children
she tells me.
           
But she realizes now.
Her life, has been a lie. 
Her pretending to be happy all these years.
You know like that song says.
Then quoting a line from some classic rock song.
           
I think to myself.
I don't need this crap!
I have to get up tomorrow.
Can't she not love me Friday night.
When I'm off the next day.

Then at least I could; and not bragging here.
But according to her.
Screw her back into reality!
Get her closer to home and planet earth.
Then afterwards we could visit her God damn mother.
Like she's been nagging me for the last month to do.