Waiting for Ondiek

It's at night and I'm staring through the window,
I am waiting for Ondiek to arrive.
I am ready to become a widow,
I shall chop off his penis with a knife.

Ondiek has a woman in my car,
Whose breasts have mushroomed from her blouse.
He is kissing her and salting my scar,
She is touching him in front of my house.

It's at night and I'm starring through the window,
I have dug Ondiek's grave at the backyard.
I am ready to become a widow,
I won't feed and cloth a bastard.

If Ondiek says "darling I'm home"
I won't ask him where he's from.
I will kiss his big lips as usual,
But in the midnight his death will be brutal.

And I won't bare his child in my womb.
I will flush it and throw it in the loo.
I'll then run away and rent a small room,
Where I'll dress up and search for a new groom

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