My marriage is a battlefield,
Where tensions run high and never yield,
I share my space with a crowd,
Who bring their drama like a thundercloud.

Cleaning habits are a war zone,
And dietary preferences? Oh, how they moan,
It's like my home has become a zoo,
The strangers turn my space askew.

Money woes are a constant strain,
Like walking through fire and feeling the pain,
Boundaries? They are none existent,
Their presence, always persistent.

My marriage is a beast,
A toxic, abusive feast,
The strangers are like a plague,
A never-ending, destructive wave.

Oh, how I long for some peace,
For the chaos and drama to cease,
To be alone with my spouse,
And enjoy our house, without any grouse.

But alas, it's not meant to be,
For the strangers are here, you see.
So I'll just have to make the best,
Of this chaotic, noisy mess!