Greetings bull, look at your eye
It's on the floor you ask me why ?
you mock at her & walk away
come here you pig and let me say
that gruntful noise that brings us here
that dreaded room, the one i fear
& when she screamed i hurt inside
i shook & moaned & begged to hide
at last you've stopped, you've done your chore
you calmly walk outside the door
a little child a mother bruised
you coward man, those fists you used
the night she lay so bruised in bed
her silence spoke, her soul was dead
my plot to kill for peace of mind
was looking good, my rage inside
You poke & prod & dare to pull
I hope you die you bastard bull !
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