I was about to open my eyes,
But I heard someone cussing.
Then, another one.
And another.
Someone called me an old fart.
Someone else said I was cruel and insane.
The first one said I was an ogre.
Then I heard my wife’s opinions:
A fake, stupid, limited man,
With the head in his dick,
Always ready to fool someone.
Money was my sin,
And I always thought I could buy everyone.
Someone told her she sold herself,
And I wanted to laugh,
But she said she was the mother of my children,
And she endured things for them.
That conversation lasted a long time,
And for the pain and anger in their voices,
All I did was hurt and wrong people.
I didn’t know I was like that.
I didn’t think like that.
It was better when I was dead.
