Fourth floor room
Each girl I've brought back home to bloom
All fold on close inspection
Each one leaves
A banner hanging from the eaves
Marking the eve of election
Ex-girl collection

Why?
Into, why not?
Into, what else you got?
It's just how men mark time

Ann slams in
Another lightning round begins
This could get interesting
Where's Ann been?
She pours herself a "don't-ask" gin
No ice and light on the bitters
I'm done with quitters

Why? Charles, I found out
Wipe that smile off your mouth
I think it's "tell-me" time

Britt hit hard
She found my box of Beth's best cards
Hand cut and signed with 'X's
Called at work
"Happy anniversary, jerk"
And I just laughed at the timing

With you on line two still crying
"Why play sex on the cuff
Does Beth like it rough?
And learn your dirty lines?
And keep her hair cropped
(The other shoe dropped)
Is this how men mark time in couples?"
She cursed
(This sounds too rehearsed)

As Ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters
The words turn and spit
And scorch right through ...