IT TAKES TWO

Holding hands they waltzed into the picture.
A match made for convenience, a truly bad mixture.
She had a brain, he had bad gas.
It followed him everywhere, she let it pass.
He was the president, she was first lady.
she cheered him on when he’d do something shady.
He’d regressed to his infancy, he called her mother.
She was quite passionate, his thumb was his lover.
He was a wanderer, she was a controller.
She pushed him around in a big baby stroller.
She had to feed him, he played with his food.
He thought he was funny, she thought he was crude.
He loved his son Hunter, she wasn’t impressed.
With them both in her care, she was always depressed
She prayed for deliverance, he prayed for money.
She hid her disdain, when calling him honey.
He pooped in his pants, she wiped his butt.
When he wanted sex, she felt like a slut.
She bought a gun for protection, he took it away.
When he rambled on, she had nothing to say.
She hungered for power, he screamed for ice-cream.
Her life was a nightmare, his a drug-fevered dream.
She needed distance, he wanted her near.
He liked drooling his slobber into her ear.
She was never less happy, his life was swell.
His marriage was perfect, her’s was pure Hell.
D.L.Crockett — 2/6/22