Just like i thought, here we go
another night, its time for him to show
his had a few, as his voice gets louder,
shouting and screaming, his beats get prouder
its been a while since my last black eye
looks like foundation is what i need to buy
with the sorry money he always gives me
he wont do it again, he says with watery a eye
he spends weeks proving his sorrys are true
but then a crete of beer comes home out of the blue
so i'll stand in the kitchen and wait for his team to lose
and wait for his fists to come to me to bruise
nout i can say or do to stop it
so i dont even try, whats the point of prolonging it
ive got ice on stand by and bandages ready
oh his up on his feet his legs are not steady
it wont be as bad as his really really drunk
twelve beers his already sunk
ill try to agree with whatever he says
but that still dont put stem to his rage blaze
i forgot to put the other beers in the fridge
so they aint cold and he is livid
whack#, bang#, shit that hurt
blood from my nose starts to squirt
i hit the floor and here comes the kick
for a big bloke his form is real slick
its all going dark i cant see no more
its cold and hard here laying on the floor
ill just stay here to i can gather myself
pick up my mess, put the ornaments back on the shelf
his now out cold, passed out on the sofa
wow i live to face another day
well until its time again for his team to play
wish me luck
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giggles and shits
Poetrypoems wrote through life to make things that we go through a little bit easier to swallow
