Love is a Salted Wound
                                                             (My Ex-Wife)

                                                            The big day has finally come and what a genuinely depressing scene,
                                           It seems like just the other day you were 21 and I was merely 18,
                          The date of August 6 is still a moment that in my mind I'll always cherish and guard,
                        When we toke our vows and exchanged our rings in my parent's all-too seedy backyard,
                         And at our small, cheap reception my americanized family often did snicker and stare,
                        As your illegal family got grit faced on Corona and threw their big sombreros in the air,
                                   But the end has bitterly arrived thanks to our spanish cigar smoking lawyer,
                                     So now I can indulge my one small fetish of being a donkey show voyeur,
                        However, if I should hang around sometimes please don't dial the cops in a frantic dash,
                 When you notice me peek through your bathroom window and dig in your post menstrual trash,
                                 Because now each day feels like a dark cloud, each night seems empty and sad,
                                  I'm contemplating following your car just to make my lacerated heart feel glad,
                                       Of course my heart's not the only body organ unhappy to see you go,
                                    That appendage spends it's time in a vacuum hose reinacting the final blow,
                              And although I hold out hope you'll one day realize our love truly was heaven's fate,
                              I've already bought my shovel to dig a shallow grave for your next unlucky life mate.

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