Lucifer's Wife Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm waiting on my severance pay
And the gallows of the moon
When all you can say is I don't care
Please, please go away
What did you think I would do?
Did you think I would swoon?
Or drown in a lake

Honey, I don't care for all your cheap-talk
Darling takes a long walk all by your lonesome
Maybe the morning crickets will love you and cry
But-me I wish you would die

Please, please go away
What did you think I would do?
Did you think I would whisper a fugitive's-prayer?
Wish-you'd return a changed man
No longer cruel or mean, please,
Please, please go away stop standing there
I've spider's webs have better fair
With half-broken snare honey, what do I care?

I'm waiting, batting my blue soul-redeeming eyes.
But all my faults are my own faults that's-no-surprise
And I am listening to all you say
But have some heart for a yard dog's bark
Throw him a bone when he's whimpering
And he's nowhere to steer, and the missed is closing in.

I'm waiting on my severance pay
And the gallows of the moon
But I'm stubborn I'm dogged
I won't throw in the towel
I'll be happy with Lucifer's wife
And darling evens you.