argued inevitable discovery
while you sat looking poleaxed and lopsided--
not at all the old Pooky Bear I used to know.
Even without the medium,
my tawdry lesbian affair with some chick on the next street
would have been found out.
I was hoping you wouldn't notice
when I signed the pre-nup "Eleanor Roosevelt,"
and you didn't.
Why start noticing shit now?
In the old days, I could have burned the house down;
could have run a marijuana farm in the barn,
under those lights, I forget what they call them.
Now, one little kiss and it's see you in court.
Look, if you want to fight dirty,
if you want to hurt each other, listen to this:
my girlfriend got me pregnant,
and it isn't yours.
I think this judge is rude,
having me removed like that.
At least I get to watch tv,
though it only seems to get this one retarded courtroom show.
On our wedding night,
when you texted your undying love,
you forgot to Mirandize me
before I said all that other stuff.
It's all fruit of the poison tree,
you and me.
Sorry if I ruined your life,
but we're done here,
and they're releasing me on my own recalcitrance.
Try to move on, Poopsie Pie,
after me, it's gonna be all downhill from here.