Jezebel...the Manipulative Bitch

How do I do this?
If I weigh my benefits out...
If I only weigh them out, I can see.
My best option is to screw him.

Screw them all!

My husband can't read or write.
He can't pay for food.
We've got four kids to feed.
They are hungry.
He is no man.

I will screw him.

It seems we have a little problem on our hands.
I cannot benefit unless it's out in the open.
I feel guilty.
Should love hide?
We're screwing. So what?

Kick him out landlord!
Tell my children's father he is no man!
Take his place.
Let's build a home together.

A tomb.

Screw them all! Love covers all!
And I love money and houses and cars and land and
stability.

Your wife does not love you!
I love you.
Children get older.
What God is that you are talking about?
I shouted "God!" when I was screwing you
over!

You can't leave! I'll swallow these pills.
You can't leave!
You can't be free! I'm not free!

I call the man who can't read who can't
feed my lust for things.
The man who never defended me when his family
treated me like shit.
I call him and tell him I swallowed some pills.

He rushes over and though he can't read
He sees my weakness. He tries to read my tears.
Illiterate even to those I reckon.
He says "Look how that man has my woman!"
This stupid adulterer has done nothing to "your" woman.
Foolish men.

He gets the pills out and calls the ambulance.
Cheap, non-prescription pills they were.
My little game is going as planned.
Before the ambulance comes the adulterer does.
I enjoyed screwing him.

He looks into my eyes, now filled with tears.
He claims to read into my weakness.
The vulnerable feminine form knows no bounds.
Illiterate men.
Oh how I love them.
I take more of those pills for sympathy and shake some more
so they can think I was serious.

I'm shaking as the ambulance comes.
IV fluid.
Stability.
That word intrigues me so much.

At the hospital my illiterate husband tends to me as
my illiterate lover goes back to his wife.

It was fun screwing him.
It was fun screwing them over.
I still don't have a house so I have work to do.
Oh well. What isn't won today is tomorrow's game.

I come out of the hospital and counsellors flood
my life with words depicting the errors of my ways.
I say sorry so many times.
I shed some tears.
I text the adulterer and he replies.
I hold him on the tip of my finger.
He knows that at one ill-spoken word pills will be lunch.
We'll see how this plays out in the long run.

Screw family. Screw right. Screw hope. Screw God.
Screw married men for their assets and mask it in love.
Play him for a fool.
He doesn't get what I give from his wife.
I would die for you baby.
I would kill myself for you baby.
I love you so much baby.
Come to bed again?
We can put out that useless thing of a man I have again.
Say no and I'll take pills.
Stop calling and I'll take pills again.
I have nobody left.

What kind of idiot thinks that taking over the counter pain meds is attempted suicide?
I must be a damn good actress.
Screw them all.

I love houses.