Robber Bride; Tony's view

Do I believe the downstairs?
Temptation is a fairy
Swarming around me
Their conditioned grace,
But I will not yield.

An unnecessary idea,
It errs opposite your morals,
I will rot before another hopeful tile is placed,
My house surrounds me,
Like a resigned museum.

The dawn recycles the pain,
You play with your plastic,
Abandon your security,
I know who you are favoring.

Your malfunction of manpower,
Your shining armour,
You will not please your paranoid wife,
Your only achievement is listening,

To the contained fuss of her emptied tongue.