Suitcases Packed in the Hall

Suitcases Packed in the Hall

Suitcases packed in the hall,

just a note—no need to call.

I’ve left you here, I’ve shut the door,

this house is ours no more.

Homeless now, wifeless too,

bank account? Emptied through.

I’ll think of you in your new slum,

with her beside you—have some fun.

Good luck, goodbye, no tears to shed,

I took the dog—he’d end up dead.

Your goldfish waits, no love to spare,

downstairs, beside your case, right there.