Di-gressing, again.

Poetry is not my strong suit. Don't judge the play by these lines below.

The End

It was never about the clothes you wore

Or the way you grew your hair

It was never about the car you drove

That was in serious need of repair

         It was never about your choice of mates

         Or the beer you liked to buy

         It was never about your forgetful way

         That would sometimes make me cry

It was often about the way you snored

Or the way you never cared

It was often about your pretty ex

And how we were always compared

         It was often about the pee on the seat

         Or the clothes left on the floor

         It was often about your pathetic self

         That baby, I can’t take anymore

It’s the reason you found your crap out front

You missed the fire display

It’s the reason your key won’t fit in the locks

I changed them without delay

         It’s the reason I pawned the engagement ring

         That anchor I finally shook

         It’s the reason I’m finally free of you

         Without a backwards look

Goodbye to you my lover

Goodbye to my old friend

Goodbye and good riddance

You Jerk – this is – The End.