This life is hard, pressure becomes bottled.
Exasturbate situations, rage throws the throttle.
Moneys not flowing, stream of currency withdrawn.
Offspring dragged up through despair, ever since they were born.
Spirits torn, repossesion occurs on a daily schedule.
See them snatch the band of love from my wifes finger.
The symbol of my devotion gone, but whats left of my love lingers.
Pivotal moments, ran rings around my mind, told me what should be done.
But, my wife had lost faith in me, & I found companionship...In a gun.

I was bored, so I just keyed this up.
Tell me what ya think.