I've Had Enough

You went

in my pocket

and stole

all my money

That's the

last straw

good-bye honey.

Tomorrow

when the sun

comes up

I want you gone

Don't forget

to leave your keys

to my pickup.

A man don't need

a woman around

he can't trust

so get out of town

on the first

available bus.

If one side

of my bed

gets a little cold

at least

all my money

will be

in my billfold.

You went

in my pocket

and stole

all my money

that's the

last straw

good-bye honey.

I've had enough.

Ralph L. Clark © 1999