the new white car

i thought you
wanted a fast car.
white with
leather seats
and a moon roof
so that you
can stand up and
wave to your adoring
crowds. was i wrong?
you don't seem
to appreciate what
i do for you,
the cake i baked,
the flowers i grew
and cut and placed
in a crystal vase with a
gooey love note attached.
if you don't love
me, just say it.
i've been down
this road before, so
i'm used to leaving
or being left, or
whatever it is that
takes place when it
all blows up. what?
what's that?
you're hungry? sure,
why not. i'll run
out and get you a
roasted chicken, what
else sweet pea, my
little dumpling? some
buttered beans, a
dinner roll? no,
don't worry, i won't
spill any in your
new car. dessert too?
okay. yes. okay,
i'll hurry, whatever
you want sweetie.