When it turns 5 pm...

i hate when it’s 5 o’ clock

its time to go home and hear my wife rant and rave

oh, no, she’s not a mental patience, but a lovely one

she’s so buzy with appointments, and so fussy

no time to cook turkey on thanksgiving, so she orders

expects me to arrive at home at shark 6 or she calls office

i need to shower at 6.30 pm or else we wont have sitting dinner

her business associates arrive at 7pm and we need to have champagne

desert and coffee is served at 9pm and the guests need to depart at 10pm

we need to sleep by 10.15pm and i cannot touch her because she has on

a stupid face mask, that she needs to keep till morning, i hate it when

she wakes up at 6am and goes for jogging and comes back at 6.30 sharp

i hate it when she cooks pancakes and refuses to kiss me because she has on

a Mac lipstick or else it will get ruined, i hate it when she drives away

and i sip my black coffee with one teaspoon of sugar, as per her sugesstion

i never call her at 10am and we never meet for lunch and i always see her

face on the business magazine cover and she looks so proud and confident

and i just wish that she noticed me for once that we miss our lifes together

and i hate it when she foregets my birthday and it’s like hell when my mum

calls and says, i have dont a good job and that she’s proud of our marriage

if lying to your mum about a happy marriage is not hell, than i truly dont

know what hell is all about, and i wish my mum would forever stop calling me!