women always a problem

never knew my own mind

happy to get what I could

you the best I could find

 

chains rattle in your eyes

I'm drowning in your malice

fate led me to your clutches

drink this poisoned chalice

 

you left me black and blue

sub-human and perplexed

wondering where you were

what punch coming next

 

little self-esteem to begin

you turned me to a hermit

can barely move a muscle

without an express permit

 

the rules must be obeyed

to satisfy your fickle ploys

cant talk or play the radio

make any species of noise

 

lost touch with relations

upon whom I once leaned

live like Robinson Crusoe

lost in the grip of a fiend

 

should you read this poem

thrown from my skylight

call an ambulance quickly

I wont survive this night

 

chains rattle in your eyes

I'm drowning in your malice

fate led me to your clutches

drink this poisoned chalice