When I stop trying you will know.
I will not scream anymore,
no welling up after I yell at you.
I will not run away and spend nights at my girl’s.
No more exiles to the couch.
You will know.
I’ll get the bacon, not a word about cholesterol.
Shrug when you go out.
You phone, computer, tab will be safe,
you can go back to the universal iambatman password.
It annoys you so I won’t choose your ties or ask about my outfits,
getting dressed will take half an hour, tops.
I will be complacent,
I will be content,
I will be a dream.