One Single Impression: Single
It came in the mail
that missive from hell
To me loud and clear
I don't want you near
Please understand this
our marriage ain't bliss
There's no love from me
and never will be
I saw my lawyer
he said you'll feed her
Six fifty for me
half wages for she
her alimony
Half wages for she
six fifty for me
A new life for me
pockets are empty
New throb's smitten me
Sugar Momma she be
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"Single" as prompt was suggested
by Leo at Figments of Imagination
Labels: Humor(?), One Single Impression, Poem, Rhyme, Story, Syllabic Form