First of the month,
your love is due, she says.
So she can buy all the candy
the kids want and take them
to get burgers and shakes
First of the month,
your love is due, she says.
Reluctantly, I pay her
for nothing
and get no love in return
John W. McEwers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-love-is-due/
