Walls are white
Burning boredom
And her shoes are tight
They're never right
Open shop, nothing left
Because they tied the knot
They lied a lot
He tells her
She feeds him
She hates him more
His teacup
She spits in
He loves her more
Once again
She frys his breakfast
As she counts to ten
Remembers when
Alone at night
The nylon head
Upon his trophy wife
Her talk show life
She throws up
He comes down
They watch TV
They live in
Disney Town
She