Husband Hopscotch

husband hopscotch with a material lust
swinging her pickaxe past the window shops
floppy hair and slippers wore the golden goose
fought down negronis with a members only truce
varicose veins had their generalized disdain
onlookers praised the fated day in the lord’s name
"read me my rights," marked his pitiful descent
an image upheld at the most perilous expense
his brothers in arms put a third on the tab
for their barstool philosophy was all that they had
telephone played with a no-name precision
our blockade of toy soldiers left in gruesome division
no regard for the carnage or collateral liability
another decent man fell victim to an ego’s rigidity