Least Read Wife Poems

A woman fed up, fueled by strife,
Chopped off her husband’s pride with a knife.
As he lay sleeping, she took her leave,
Tossed his “johnson” out, in wild reprieve.
 
Bleeding profusely, he called for aid,
A friend drove him to Hospital's shade.
Meanwhile, cops took up the hunt,
Questioned Madam Chop-It-Off, blunt.
 
They found it tossed by 7-Eleven,
Wrapped it on ice, quite the leaven
In a hot-dog bag, and rushed it quick,
A surgeon’s test, to knot the prick.
 
Nine hours in surgery's heavy hand, ...

I’m standing in line at the children’s graveyard

I look for my lost son and my beautiful wife

Stand among the most inhumane condition

But im looking for family to set me free

See a sneaker that looks like his

Pull up a rock I’ve found my buried son

Dig like a dog you cant stop me

When i get to him he’s not breathing

I wail out and scream and say is there a GOD

If there is i cant see him