She Wants A Brand New Rolls-Royce

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

My wife is driving me crazy, she wants a brand new Rolls-Royce.

She thinks that I'll buy it, she thinks that I don't have a choice.

She's been demanding that I buy her a Rolls-Royce no matter what.

I'm getting very PO'ed and I'm going to break my foot off in her butt.

That witch expects me to buy it and make monthly payments.

I want to throw her off a building and see her hit the pavement.

My friend just called me, he saw her talking to a Rolls-Royce car dealer.

If she signs the papers, I'll hit the ceiling and then I will kill her.

She has spent so much money that I can't even afford to buy a mouse.

Do you know a hitman that I can hire, she's putting me in the poor house.