If you wanted to get a hold of me
How about a long letter or a phone call
I dont need to hear it through the grapevine
You selfish, sick old cow
Or how about this?
Stop talking about me
Because you tried to ruin my life
You want to know how I feel?
Try talking to me about it
Instead of scarfing down your husband’s pain pills
And do you want to know why I hate him?
Because you locked me in the guest room
And confined my entrances and exits
To the emergency staircase
So as not to offend him
With my presence