‘' You'D Be Better Treated In Hell '' Poem by Bri Mar

On that special day you've done the deed,
You have asked her to become your missus,
In a very short time you'll have to concede,
Gone forever are the love and the kisses.

The one you loved has suddenly changed,
She's no longer shy and simplistic,
Your darling has suddenly became deranged,
How could she be so sadistic?

How could your princess treat you like this?
You'll think to yourself, God knows,
She refuses to acknowledge that there's something amiss,
While your resentment for her attitude grows.

That beautiful person you married,
Is no longer the one you knew,
When you're constantly being harried,
All you'll want to say is adieu.

Marriage is an institution they say,
You'll find out that's a fact,
In asylums you learn to live with affray,
From all sides your mind's being attacked.

When you finally look back on your marriage,
You'll ask yourself, what made us click?
They really should name it miscarriage,
As you now make each other feel sick.

When you're fighting over the spoils,
The children, the car and the house,
To get the fruits of your toils,
You'll have to behave like a louse.

All young lovers say the same,
This relationship will last for life,
The one I love I could never defame,
That's until they start all the strife.

Please don't be put off by tying the not,
It's not as bad as it seems,
There are loved up couples, who've never fought,
Problem is they exist only in dreams.

When you think all the fighting is over,
The C.S.A. step into the fight,
Your finances they will take over,
Like your wife when they're wrong they are right.

By the time you realise what you've done,
In legalities you'll have to excel,
You'll be fighting a battle that cannot be won,

‘' You'd Be Better Treated In Hell ''