Fury of the Scorned Woman

I understand the fury of the scorned woman.

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 so 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!