The joys of divorce
Nothing like money, makes you hate someone --
Someone you once loved, maybe, but the split
Divides the pelf. All the details of it
Squalid, sordid, and now it’s you alone
Fighting for your half of the meatless bone.
Nor here can all your piety and wit
Avail to avert disaster; every bit
Of it drives home the dismal money drone.
Ahh, for the golden time, embarked together:
Joined gladly at the hip, we faced the days
Bad, good, as allies. But a change of weather
Set us asunder. Though I sing her praise
And always will, the matrimonial tether
Cut now, brings us back down to means and ways.