A found ghazal from an Amazon review of solar-powered floodlights

This is garbage, just like my ex-wife.

It lasted two weeks just like my ex-wife.

 

It wasn’t even bright—

again, like my ex-wife—

 

and it was purchased by me based off looks

(yep, you guessed it, like my ex-wife).

 

Until this point, I believed there were worse

decisions in life, like my ex-wife.

 

Don’t think I’m bitter, though: I got the house, her vehicle,

half her retirement, the kids, and my new wife

 

is smoking hot. For the love of God, don’t test

my experience and words. My ex-wife

 

was like Satan’s used tampon. However, this purchase

was the string.