I've Got A Woman Poem by M. A Heathcote

I've got a woman.
She wants her severance pay.
And says if I don't cough up today
I'll wind up dead.

Her heart makes a distorted noise.
It's strange.
When she acts like she cares
I expect bullets to fly through the crazy, rampaging air.

Like she doesn't care.
Even though she swears she's
Pining for me from hell
And want only to be mine

But I know for sure.
She'd be happy to see me die.
Like I never knew.
She had written me down as a fool.

Lord, I've got a woman.
She makes me want to cry.
And run in fear.
It's strange, but to be honest,
I fear saying goodbye to her

Lord, I've got a woman.
She'd give me a slit lip.
If I wandered anywhere
Or stared intently at someone else, I swear.

So, I consume a lot of drinks.
And pray to heaven.
There's also a gateway for her to hell.
And a serpent she can't put under her spell.

Because I'm tired of looking into her cruel eyes.
Looking at me like I'm a thief.
Like I've stolen her life.
Just to run free, not regretting what used to be.

I've got a woman.
She said Cover your eyes.
Believe every lie I ever told you
And distrust everything I said in truth.

Because I see you as only a pimp
Without the balls to play it alone, hasta la vista, babe
Without me, you're a dead loss
Recovering from living with the dead.
Or else taking all your orders from me, darling, your boss.