My Goddess Wife

• Ishan

de gleaner

The reality of my life
Is the cruelty to my wife
Yes, I killed her with a knife
And I hit her with my club
Until unless she sob
And became pale yellow red
I wished to see her dead
Because I was slowly fed
And had to wait for long in bed
Then I stroked on her head
And kicked her to the damp shed.

Now in this city ride
She cried and I tried to hide
Because my poor guide
Knew it was a crime
Against the regime who sent
Those policemen to my rent
Oh no! My hands were bent
By them who took me to the jail
My attempt to get bailed failed
Yes failed because this was my time
To pay for my crime
And now for my Goddess Wife I hymn
And expect you wife-hitters to rhyme.

(Ishan has written this poem when he read "The Savage Male")