The Magic Trick

You put me in a box, with my feet sticking out,
I'd had enough of these tricks, I wanted to shout,
then I knew that I was going to be cut in half,
did you think I was ok, you must be having a laugh.

I'd heard of a split personality bu this was ridiculous,
suddenly I felt detached, talk about incredulous,
I was told not to wriggle, only my extremities,
this became cutting edge, we don't want calamities.

The things I've had to endure, knives thrown at me
on a spinning board, how they missed was a mystery;
don't talk to me about illusion, looking for a trap-door,
where is the damn thing, must be somewhere in the floor.

If you're married to a magician, it's worse than you feared,
because the last time I looked, the maestro had disappeared.