A House Divided
All parents fight as many here would know
They have been married much too short to fight.
It makes you wonder "why ever tie the bow?"
But still they argue with all their great might.
Not trying, they reel you in so swiftly.
You are intrigued but at the same time,
Want to stay out of it oh so calmly.
I think every time "oh if I had a dime."
And grudgingly the hope is surely dried-
Because at the door at it's hateful last,
Are the papers you absolutely dread.
With the words "your time to be served has passed."
So here I go- one house to another.
Suff'ring always divorce with lil' brother.
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