The Trophy Wife
He sees her through every man’s eyes
And views her as his personal prize
He wears her proudly on his arm
Considers her his lucky charm
She’s ornamental, she looks the part
There’s no connection of the heart
She keeps the home a tidy place
She holds her tongue and knows her place
He goes to work and works so hard
She goes to town on his credit card
©Marian Barker
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