Dinner is Served

She hates when I'm whiskey down, but water never does the trick..
Sick and tired of my lies, but feeding them is what she gets
She fades away into her mind where no one else can exist.
Alone she is at home, not answering the phone. Sitting at her thrown
I'm her incomplete thought
To her complete plan
A distract to her goals
A wrinkle in her starched pants
I'm inconsiderate to her mind
So her mind has voided me out of vision plan

Physically she smiles at me
but mental she's plotting to be a widow to her man
Unaware of her thoughts
I continue to live as planned
Get off work and get faded
In to a glass of Jameson

I begin wailing out a verbal assaults
When I see dinner not go as planned
She simply sees this as her time to get the upper hand
She tells me, "Sweetie I'm sorry I didn't know the chicken was overcooked".
Three pieces in and I'm wondering what's that funny taste that I'm trying to overlook

Slowly I black out and notice that same smile she gave me before she cooked
An array thoughts came to mind
But none were a complete thought to this plot twist she took.