She Has Rights to Cuss

She told me she got the apartment.
And I should not forget...
To keep up the monthly allotments,
Our kids get.

As if they only mean,
Trinkets and toys to her.
And I have been reduced...
To the one who just planted the seeds.
Giving out samples to the needy.
Now stung from a bee...
Who is nothing but a Welfare Queen.

She told me she got the apartment.
And I should not forget...
To keep up the monthly allotments,
'My' kids 'should' get.

And I have rights to visit.
While she has rights to cuss.
And treat my children in disgusting ways.
She believes she has left me the victim.
But children know when daddy loves!
And mommy is left alone when they are grown.
And she then pays!
Much more than the cost of our divorce.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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