WARNING: SWEARING

A tragic love story from round our way. Can I state this a character study, a piece of social commentary. I DO NOT condone domestic violence in ANY WAY!

They’d hit six months
Fuck knows how
He raised his fist
With each and every
surly, burly
Tempestuous row
Didn’t she deserve it
Off her tits
The nagging
Interfering cow
But they were
Sort of happy

Her hair was greasy
Bleached
Candy floss damaged
With liquorice roots
She saw no evil
Heard no evil
Spoke primeval
And he didn’t give
Two pissed up hoots
Any woman who’s
Game for a dirty shag
He woos
He screws
He shoots

He’d bought her
A tattoo
To celebrate
He’d brought her
To a tacky parlour
Where the going rate
Was cheap
And his bird
Was cheaper
He thought his love
Could go no deeper
Than the needle
Of his other love
Smack
Get his benefits
Splash out on
A bag
Shoot up for dinner
Sex for a snack
No desserts
Diabetic

They nearly had a kid
Once
She was fat and round
Full of child
He hit her around
Thought it was just mild
Purple bruises styled
But he was sorry
And the law didn’t
Give a fuck
Raging, wild
And the kid
Didn’t stand a chance
He bought
Purple tulips
Two lips
Bruised lips
He loves me
He loves me not

Now
She’s got a tattoo
All badly drawn
Talentless
Bragging
Over her left breast
Sworn
That
Love is forever
Til she dares
To disagree
Junked up lover
Show him your tits
Cos his love
Like his smack
Don’t come for
Fucking
Free

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