Metallurgy

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METALLURGY

Eight years
I bought her the house
Worked hard to keep the roof over her head
Brought home the food that sustained us,
all the stuff that makes life possible
Nobody gave any of that stuff to me
But I brought it home
Shared it
That was the contract

Compromised, conceded, gave in a million times
Bent over backwards to make it work

Now she says she's leaving
Says she can't trust me
Says I'm a liar

All because that silly-ass necklace thing I gave her
when we were dating,

wasn't gold

Only brass


Doug Palmer

Posted over on Feel Free to Laugh
Listed as #89 over on Magpie Tales 40