"Take my bags to my room.

Don't look at me like that!

Oh, so you're the new maid?

So will you enlighten me?

Haven't the Lord blessed you

Dear, with two eyes to see?

Those bags are not mine!

Why are you wasting my time?

Having you here is a crime.

You look so plain

And lame.

Your face doesn't look sane!

I wonder if the ex-wife hired you.

Don't answer! It's pretty clear

That you aren't fit to work,

For My son, Alistair."

I force a tight smile,

And drag the bags across

The tile.

As I think for ways to kill

This wicked little brute.

That has put a pause

And is the cause

For the hole in my heart.

She orders me around

Till my feet is sore.

The insults me

About the uniform I wear.

She hates my hair

My face

My lips

My waist.

She took back my vacation

Now I can't get to see my mother.

And I have to watch

Alistair love another.

I see them through

Breakfast

Lunch.

Dinner

Brunch.

If I could get rid of her

I'd have quite a hunch.

When it struck day four

I got tired of the whore!

For she demands them to get Married.

Now this weight

My heart have to carry.

My body aches

As so

My soul.

For I watch the love of my life,

Another woman he has to hold.