Said Thoreau's nagging, br Screaming wife, br 'What makes you think br Your boring life br Is so important br To be writ down? br All you do br Is lay around br Like any lazy br Bum in town.' br br Said Thoreau br To his screaming wife, br 'Each man's lot br Of mortal strife br Is worth the record br Of a page...' br br But then she answered br In a rage, br 'All you do is br Sit and write! br You keep me up br Half the night! br But you're sooo smart... br You're soooo bright. br You're good for nothing! br Ma was right! br We have no friends, br No furniture; br You say I'm dumb br And immature? br You sit around br And watch the trees, br You're watching ants br Ass up on knees! br And all you want br Is to have your sex; br And then you wonder br Why I'm vexed? br We live like tramps... br This shanty house! br I'm not your whore, br You queer church mouse! br You're like your father, br That useless bum, br I know the seed br From which you're sprung! br You dream and dream br The day away: br Why can't you work? br Oh, go away! ' br br Said Thoreau, br Grabbing for her hand, br 'Please try and listen, br Understand; br Not wealth nor jewels br Nor property br Defines a soul's br Prosperity; br A kind and loving br Family life, br Makes kings of men br And queens of wife.