The devil is in the details It's the little straws That break the camels back It's the little foxes That spoil the vine It's the things we overlook Disregard most of the time The meaningful moments That seem uneventful These are most crucial Most think them futile Not worthy of attention How wrong they are These wound and scar Keep people from going far Get them thrown out the car Lead to abandonment And a deadly bitter end When once too often They've hurt their friend Spoken an unkind word Deeply cut like a sword Bulldozed over with disregard Acting like an emotional retard Complaining about the yard Beds unmade, dishes undone Forgetting the need for fun Love, life, and laughter A recipe for relational disaster The workaholic moves faster Pressing on full steam ahead No time to cuddle in bed.
Discontent and unhappy The controlling wife said After the family is fed Back to the pity party The comparison celebration Depression and isolation Occasionally she arises With glances she despises The bad and brutish attitude Is well beyond disguises She nags on, murmuring more Angrily ready to even the score As if we should be tabulating Irritating and aggravating Cold, cruel, and calculating Pretentious, proud, and loud Hubby recalls what he said and vowed But realizes it won't be all that easy Matrimony accompanied with difficulty Acknowledging he is a contributory Cause of this painful dilemma For if there were not two We would not fight and argue Demonize, terrorize, and spew Ravenous venom through Our wide open mouths By which we do arouse The terrible tension Which we espouse To contaminate our house By careless, belligerent words Planting lies and accusations Satan divides us for recreation.
Ensnaring our precious souls Strife surely takes its toll Leaving us fragmented Broken and not whole Too heavy in heart to be joyful Too nervous to be peaceful The devil in the details deceitful.