Our marriage it didn't last long
But, neither did World War 2,
There was only one victim in our matrimony
It was me, and it wasn't you know who.
I became a prisoner of a war
I was submitted to cruelty and starvation,
Not once did I get a care package from home
I was a mistreated husband, and not a nation.
I became a captured POW
But, I refused to be an escaping captive,
Mental games on me were constantly played
All that I wanted was peace, so I became adaptive.
The screaming in battles they were loud
It was always her armies against me,
I gave her everything that she had ever wanted
But, she kept refusing to sign a peace treaty.
I fought and I survived in the trenches
I ate food from cans and also bags,
My clothes they were unwashed and nasty
I still wonder, of her wartime brags.
I never had myself any allies
Everywhere that I looked I saw an adversary,
I didn't know who to believe or who to trust
I watched my back, because of the woman that I did marry.
When I slept, I slept upon the floor
And I always slept with my one eye spying,
I prayed to God for my soul and my salvation
And for our marriage, I never heard her crying.
A bullet or a cannon or missile was never fired
And as I swore I never retreated,
But, our war it came to its armistice end
When I became it only casualty, she cheated.
Randy L. McClave
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