The You

The businessmen had their work to do
They poisoned you and so did you
I drove you to the hospital
And when we got there you drove back
I tried to convince you that they didn't cancel out
But you insisted and I caved

The businessmen smoked their cigars
And Andy had a Saturday
You and I took a picnic
and I could tell you weren't feeling well
But once again you insisted and I caved

The businessmen's business was wasn't growing
So they gave me back the antidote
And I tried to convince you to take it
But your stubbornness prevailed
So I hid it in your food
And now you don't like my cooking anymore

You bought the businessmen's
Pineapple flavored fructose juice
and cigarettes like shredded metal
kept cutting up your mouth
and jutting out
And I asked you to change so you hit me

We shared the same drink every weekday
and we shared the same bed every worknight
and the businessmen's exotic cigar collection
would never amount to what we shared
Yet I knew you were poisoned
and still I chose to forget it

You got sicker and sicker and sicker
and you still wouldn't eat my dinners
and the businessmen kept getting fatter
and you kept getting thinner
and sicker
and deadlier

Again I drove you to the hospital
but you died in my arms
and the unmanned steering wheel
lead our auto off course
and when we crashed
I shoved my fingers in your nostrils

If I hadn't left the antidote
sitting atop the sink counter
to collect dust
and little face pubes
I might have saved your life
But instead I fel5t your last breath

The businessmen had lost a dedicated costumer
But I don't think they realized
I like to think that one of them
burned their expensive suit jacket on an expensive cigar
for you
But I"m really just pretending

The house is lonely without you
There's always to much drink for me
and I get lost in the bed
I admit the house smells better
But I hate it more now

I've never seen the inside of that hospital
I wonder what they would have done to conceal your smell
I know they can can that smell
That hospital smell
I wish I would have thought of that earlier
for you

I am the most beautiful widow
and everyone knows it
But I hate to talk about myself
Unless it is about you
I've always been like that
But it's harder now

The doorbell rang last night
After hours
and I signed off on a package
The ski jacket
you'd been saving all those cigarette boxes for
I wanted to dig you up
but I restrained myself

Three days later the doorbell rang again
this time in the middle of the day
I signed off on a package
like you would never let me
A fruit basket
with a 1.5x2 piece of paper attached to it
that read "from the businessmen"
I would have thrown that I out a month ago
Now I eat the fruit
It is the best fruit I've ever had