Because

Because you louge about
In horizontal mode and
Always fall asleep
With  a beer in one hand and
A  whisky in the other.
Because you fart a lot
And  your breath is bad,
You^smell of cigarettes
And  your shoes are never
Shiny nor your clothes
Ever  neat and you have
A  temper which you do not
Keep  to yourself and you
Smell, generally, of the
Pub.  And  when you  rub
your  hands on me your
Fingers leave their marks
I always have small, round,
Brown  bruises on my
Arm,  little spots of dirty
Colour on my  skin.  Yes
You  are loud and always
The  life and soul of
Any  party. No.   You are
Definitely not refined.
Because you  spread your big
Body  all across the bed
And  always leave me little
Space.  Because you groan
And  moan  and talk in
Your  sleep and dig your
Elbows  deep into me 1
Don't sleep well. Pain
Is never far behind
Wherever  you  are, it follows
You  like a faithful dog.
No.   You are definitely not
Gentle.  Rather clumsy in
Fact, with your wooden  grasp
And  the hard rasp of your
Chin.  And  I can never
Wake  you  in the morning, you:
Never  home  till after
Midnight, in the morning
A  sight - your eyes
red-rimmed,  your  soul bleary
As  an old man.  I try and
Love  you as I can but
Exasperation is my reward.
You  are a hard man  to
Live with. A hard man  to
Love.  I might as well give
Up because you insult me
And  laugh about it,
Because you assault my
Dreams
And  as if this were not enough
You  spend all your time
Elsewhere giving of yourself
To strangers               ,-,,-
Never  to your wife.         : .
At least now I
Can  fuck-off
And  lead my own life.
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