My Husband Was A Poet

It really is a shame when you ignore your friends from down the hall

And at night when you think why, there are no reasons left at all

It really is a shame when you swallow down pills

Because you hate life so much you can't look for other thrills

It really is a shame when you drink until you lose

All your eyesight and money, and your real friend is the booze

It really is a shame when you lose all your sleep

To a television set that only makes you weak

It really is a shame when she never leaves your mind

You stare all the pictures and try to forget that time

It really is a shame when you see other women walk by