Sweet Wife

I’m plucking my bowstring

While she plucks her eyebrows.

She’s counting her wishes

While I’m out counting cows.

She talks to her girlfriends

While I talk to myself.

She values society

While I hide in stealth.

There seems no possible limit

That she would not go

While I’m all about stopping

Her long downward roll.

Don’t get me wrong here

I love my sweet wife

But I’m telling you, mister

She squeezes my life!

I guess that’s the way

It just seems to be.

But when you get right down to it

It’s probably just me.