bad poetry? i hardly know 'er!

[phewfighter]

shall we settle to a life
of domestic complacency
you bring home the bacon
i'll fry it for the kids

shall we take our lives to bed
tucked in well under the covers
wake up fake up shake and bake up
sleep it off then go again

shall we have it less and less
love and laughs and time and sex
see you later see you never
seen you naked once this year

shall we call it done and over
recognize there's nothing there
wonder when we lost the good parts
will we care once we forget