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.