THE JEALOUSY ZONE
Now let me talk of jealousy
I have a case in mind,
She was a striking looking woman
But her husband was blind.
Nothing wrong with his sight
But he had a psychological trait,
He would keep her a prisoner
In their home and get very irate.
If she went to the shops
He would follow her and get in a state,
If she spoke to a male in the shop
That unfortunately would seal her fate.
He would get her to confess infidelity
And beat her black and blue,
He said she had made love
With someone she never even knew.
The violence escalated one night
When she wore a sexy negligee for him,
He accused her of being a slut
He must have been dead brain Tim.
The story continues on this night
And a blood bath did ensue,
She had a knife hidden under the mattress
And stabbed him through and through.
There is a moral to this tragic story
That if you are in the jealous zone,
Go and see a psychiatrist
Before somebody dials M for murder
On your blood spattered phone.
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