I once knew a little boy
Who's life was happy and filled with joy,
Or so it was with open doors
For when closed bodys hit the floors,
It's sad that he had to die to be a man
In just his brief childhood span,
Time and again he died watching as a woman was broke
By a tyrant, bully bloke,
He also broke confidence and self esteem
When it come to it the man was keen,
Half a life he ruled with the fist
You see alcoholics will always be pissed,
Until the boy finally died and come of age
Then he felt the wrath of his rage,
And now the monster of the mans creation
Will follow him to his firey damnation.


© DT