Dear Mr. & Mrs. X
Dear Mr. & Mrs. X
Wow, you two are the perfect pair
You with your wit, she with her looks
Your swollen bank account, Porsche & Benz
She with her family heirlooms, Colombo 7 address & trends
‘Ah what a catch’ cooed the families
Ah what a match, echoed society
Established family, business & friends
Along came the children who merely followed these trends
Your horn of plenty daily overflowed
Yet your kids had no substance, they merely followed
Painted faces, plastic smiles
Social gatherings, golf, parties
Hi Magazine, Gucci, Versace
Yet your Prada shades covered the bruises
His bank account covered the others’ cruises
So Mr. & Mrs. X it’s strange but true
I saw Mr. X but the Mrs. was not you
Oh but you’re happy to be
25 years you say is your anniversary?
So while Mrs. X posed and paraded in her finest hosiery
Mr. X was exalted – for his business acumen & infamous adultery
So this is what a successful marriage, family life should be?
Botoxed smiles, tainted portraits, abuse and lies?
What of Trust, Respect, Fidelity?
Or are we expecting too much of humanity?
So Fuck you Mr. & Mrs. X
You set this trend, pretending to be the best
Your kids are a mess, they are snorting Cocaine before they are legal to taste Champagne
Your escapades are on the lips of jobless aunties who are bored & depraved
Yet you want people to follow you, respect & admire you?
You must be fucking nuts, coz your lapdogs may chase you
But the rest of us ain’t mutts
We despise and deplore you
