Analysis of She's a Mean, Razor-toting Woman

if there's a meaner
woman than she
i can't imagine
who it would be
or how anyone could
live with her
without having two
separate, yet, similar thoughts,
murder and suicide,
both come to mind
when i hear her name
or voice,
she is the devil reincarnated
here on earth
to dwell amongst us
until Hell is open
for business,
she is a curse
on me which lingers
like the smell
of spoiled meat,
she possesses
everything, everyone
and all things corrupt
and evil,
she is foul and disgusting,
more vicious than a junkyard dog
with fleas,
her tongue is a conveyor belt
of vile words,
and on a good day
she bites,
she carries a straight edge
opened and ready
to slash,
she's the reason
i break out in a rash,
anytime she's near
i jump in fear,
i can't remember
every having loved
her before we wed,
i was a drinking man
then, at the very least,
now i'm a drunk
trying to forget
my future
with this unchained beast.