Leftovers and Empty Closets

She swayed her feet in the tantrum

She stood there with aggravation at the tip

And he just didn’t get it

She kicked down the door with fierce boots

She threw leftovers in his hands with a pitchfork

And he just didn’t get it

She angrily shoved clothes in a suitcase

She emptied the accounts and the closets

And he just didn’t get it

She tossed the key in the mailbox and slammed the door

She walked away without a million pounds on her back

And he never will get it

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