• A woman walked into her house
    To find it had been made a mess of
    It didn’t seem to surprise her
    She just made her way to a small room
    It was a cluttered room
    Filled with papers and books
    In the midst of the clutter
    Her husband sat at a desk
    His pen was dancing eccentrically across the page
    He said he had an inspiration
    She said it was just the drugs
    And that she was surprised he could even write
    She walked out of the room
    She put away her things
    And she sat by a fireplace
    And began to cry
    Her husband was long gone
    And the man that replaced him
    Was an eccentric, drug addicted writer
    Who stayed cooped up in his study
    For days he would be in there, writing away
    She’s come in from time to time
    And every time she left that room
    She’d wonder where her husband went.