Violence

      A cross word a violent shove a shudder tear,
time to go out for another beer.
      A broken rib a heart so gone,
flowers to-day a familiar song.
      Supper is late the fists do fly,
though you'll heal by and by.
      Another man looks a bloodied lip,
better than last years broken hip.
      Faded memories of falling in love,
ever present the fear an angry shove.
      You won't leave this is your life,
supper is late beware the knife.

Bill


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