Trophy Wife

Well duh! Of course. Like every other man

I went out looking for a trophy wife.

Arm candy. Yah. I know. A shallow pig.

That’s me. But smarter than the other pigs

because I did it right. The other pigs

go looking for a trophy wife when they

are old so they can strut pretending that

they haven’t got a temporary wife,

who only married them because they’re rich.

Their trophy wives are temporary things

who leave them when they’ve gotten all they can.

I know I’m shallow, but I did it right.

I chose a trophy wife when I was young,

and forty years and more she’s stuck with me.

I’m pretty sure she married me for me

and not my non-existent bank account.

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