Sick and old she takes her drugs
With pride she applaud him and snugs.
He is not young, has crossed fifty
But he still runs young and nifty.
He is so good, just calm and quite
He goes to work, a carpenter quite.
He returns each night, fully drunk,
And shout out with his foul tongue.
He turns now tough, slaps his siblings
And kicks and slaps his-own old mom.
His wife is away, earning for them
Send away by force, by mom and him.
Wife is headstrong, she shouts for help,
From neighbors who call, police for help.
That is why she is send away, from home
To make room for his and mom’s mad game.
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