The Hobbyists wife

Palpitations in her chest, she snoops on his pc,
Looking at his women-the kind she'll never be,
She checked into the clinic-diagnosis trich,
Wishing that her husband put a condom on his dick,

She targets online website, blames Toronto whores,
Begins to write a blog then paces stone clad floors,
Her mood starts to fester about the feckless jerk,
So she sends porn emails to the office where he works,

She is scorned and vengeful infiltrates the site,
And begins conversing with the ladies of the night,
Learns the way they operate,photos and listings,
She is horrified with punters sleazy rating systems,

As men brag loud about sexual transactions,
Cowardly excursions and brief satisfaction,
While naive wives with eyes glued shut,
Call one of their own a dirty little slut,

This ain't no fairytale castle of dreams,
Monogamy created for mans self esteem,
Wake up escape unrealistic expectations,
Forget the past, go take a vacation,

Don't be a martyr or hate other girls,
There's a lot of great guys in this fun crazy world,
So pick yourself up come in from the cold,
Switch off that computer where sex slaves are being sold.