The Screaming Bitch

The screaming bitch, Is not bi-polar. I suck and kiss her toes One army of tounges, A million bird's. Like none have come before. I wash her, panties in the sink. Her panty hose. I daily shave her legs. And wash the window's, That I see. The leafless bush, Another man. Not I, Gave cause to grow. He gives each rise, When called. By her a different name. And the chair, In which she sits. Lines up, And hides the shadow On the wall. Oysters, tuna fish, Living By the sea, I eat each Night. The music's loud, This mindless zombie, Screaming bitch. In my last life, Was once my wife.