She was aggrieved,
she wanted reprieve,
he wanted excess,
she wanted simplicity,
and they all suffered the malcontent,
and their marriage was not truly a success,
but a mess,
with many arguments,
and he always spent spent spent,
and gambled,
and the kids they suffered,
and he would never repent,
and she never felt like she could leave,
for the sake of the kids,
and despite the poverty,
and the tragedy of his poor choices,
and illogicality of thought,
clouded by his gambling addiction,
but for the kids she stayed,
and he strayed,
and she cried and died a little more inside,
and the kids, they began to hate,
as materialism swallowed him up,
with his constant addictions,
that left them all depressed,
and living in a broken home,
living as if alone,
alone without a father and a husband,
and without the love that he once had for them,
dissipated by addiction,
and countless arguments that upset the neighbours,
and that became a tradition,
and the kids oh, how they cried and cried,
and how terrible a life it was,
and anger how easily it came to their eyes,
and how ready they were to lash out,
and how bitter they were inside,
resenting their father for his ways,
and their mother for making them stay in an unhappy home,
and oh, how they made their mother cry,
until she committed suicide,
and they were taken away and fostered,
a terrible tragedy,
a malady,
materialism and addiction,
a misery of modern society,
a family destroyed.
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