Abuse Him Some More Poem by James McLain

yea, and the door knob gave me
this black eye and you a woman.
yea, and I broke a leg falling down
the stairs and you a woman.
Why did you set me on fire?
I mustn't smell very good maybe
you think i do, up all night with
our daughter and b.m.down her legs.
Was it that you ran out of alcohol
maybe you were traped in your
bottle swimming alone again.
my mind my heart my soul lost
in the spirit of grapes no more is
the pain you cut into me.
the hose up my butt washes you
clean it is your dirty mind falling
out in the tub...
and you made us all watch.
And face a punching bag all for
your trophy you never won and
never grow up always alone.
We loved you even more after we
knew you were the drunk you are.
Dad did not shoot you so we could
be free, because you are a woman,
you still haunt us, and now that dad
is gone they allow the cycle with
some one else to start again.