Barely, Butt Smart!

Format me. Forgive me...
Redirect my hardrive, friend; wife!
Open up my hard disk and de-fragment me!
Reinstall windows again!
I can work 100%!

Come now?
You don't like my sly, devious, subtle Comeback?
This is no Act you know.
My heart is reaching for you.
I can change, i can become anew.

I could be born again.

So she hates whom i have become.
She does not care for me who has raised her children well.
I am cast down from her Frozen throne of Belligerence.
---Oh Yes! an inanimate object aggravating,
becoming quarrelsome to me; HER Frozen Throne.

She doesn't understand that we,
the genius-sai of the world,
the extraordinarily gifted intellectualisms,
the profound platonic idealist's that we are,
are, and have been raised in the highest of esteem---

Perhaps...
Perhaps, within all of my stunning brilliance,
my aggravating acrimonious tone of voice,
or perhaps my cynical, vain actions,
startle, and cause her to denounce me.

Maybe...
As i am one of high Character,
as I am one of the acceptable taste,
should re-visit my, well my...
What should I revisit?

I find it hard to seek her out.
After my lust for a different Women.
My tasteless--well my foolishness...