By Joan Michaels
The scorned woman keeps a smile
She strides with grace
She sways with pride
She smells of jasmine
But the fury in her soul
Remains untold
The deception by her inamorato
The lies that were told
The love that was feigned
For the diamond between her thighs
The tatoo of a bastard
Remains her shame
I understand the fury of the scorned woman!
The pittance squandered on strange women
The fees left unpaid
The bills left piled up
The upkeep money not forthcoming
Yet she labours to put on the table a meal that remains untouched
I understand the fury of a scorned woman!
The paramours delight in her folly
Sneezed at by Marilyn
Sneered at by Megan
Smirked at by Mandy
I understand the fury of the scorned woman!
But when she wakes up from her folly
The sun is set
And dusk is here
This fury in her soul has no outlet
I understand the fury of the scorned woman!
I Understand The Fury Of The Scorned Woman
