My spouse is a louse...

My spouse is a louse. She stays in the house, wasting her life away. She sits in her chair, with crumbs in her hair, eating food from a tray. She sleeps all the time. It should be a crime, that she lays and lays and lays. The TV is her only friend, and by her choice, that will never end. Maybe one day she'll open her eyes. Look around and realize, the reason I'm gone is no suprise.