I hope there ain’t too much more time to go
until I am de-mated.
Things just didn’t work out, and so you know:
I wanna be de-mated.

Some of my best friend feel/share: “It’s a crying shame,”
but I simply got tired of the marriage game.
To go on with the charade would have been really lame.
So, go….

And, just like me, she could take no mo’…
wanted to be de-mated.
It had become to tough a row to hoe,
as I’d anticipated.

Neither of us really cared to play the game.
Unlike our friends, we do not think it’s a crying shame.
To go on with the charade would have been really lame.
So, go….

We’re just gonna split, not put on a show
of our being de-mated.
It had become to tough a row to hoe,
as she’d anticipated.

Our union was surreal fare…became just a show;
the result: We are staying together no mo’.
Relationship was out of control, and it was faux…
time to go, go go!

We went trough the process quickly, and so
we each have been de-mated.
Now that I am free, where am I gonna go?
I’m gonna get re-mated.

It turns that she’s real square, not simpatico.
Staying together becomes an emphatic “No!”
I spun out of control; guess I need another dose.
I’m gonna get three-mated.