aNd the DoG waS biTten *a story*
his tail was hidden between his hind lags
the cat was like euforic triomphant
but the mouse got away....
back in the living mother was spuwing her anger
the fool did it again
she said "you goddamn son of a ho"
"what are you thinking ?"
"oh no let me fill that one in for you"
"your dick can't speak...."
he was drunk as always, and as always that was the excuse
a small child was crying in a corner of the back room
never was there a moment of peace in the house
only when she was a sleep, mother that is....
daddy did not care much, maybe he did care, but did his dick care ?
probably not for anything else than pussy, some other pussy...
and she, mother, did she care ?
no not much, she would have left long ago
if she did care ...
he was wasted and satisfied
down on the sofa, yeah a big old sofa...
while she hit him, times and times again
untill she was satisfied...
outside there was a postman, or was he postal ?
who cares, no one inside seemed to care,
he seen this family like every day
and some times even outside
but then they were like perfect people
he'd seen many families like this
some better some worse,
but bad for all who is in them
you know he could see the hurt
everywhere
he knew all the dirty secrets
the whole town was full of them
hiding them like the dog hid his tail
so no one could see
everyone knows one or the other
but never the inhouse secrets,
ofcourse you know something is happening
and who is fucking who, well those who do the fucking know...
small hopes fall to pieces when you know those things
big hopes never rise to fall
and he was fed up with it
but what was he to do ?
guess he was postal...
and not a mail man.
the cat was like euforic triomphant
but the mouse got away....
back in the living mother was spuwing her anger
the fool did it again
she said "you goddamn son of a ho"
"what are you thinking ?"
"oh no let me fill that one in for you"
"your dick can't speak...."
he was drunk as always, and as always that was the excuse
a small child was crying in a corner of the back room
never was there a moment of peace in the house
only when she was a sleep, mother that is....
daddy did not care much, maybe he did care, but did his dick care ?
probably not for anything else than pussy, some other pussy...
and she, mother, did she care ?
no not much, she would have left long ago
if she did care ...
he was wasted and satisfied
down on the sofa, yeah a big old sofa...
while she hit him, times and times again
untill she was satisfied...
outside there was a postman, or was he postal ?
who cares, no one inside seemed to care,
he seen this family like every day
and some times even outside
but then they were like perfect people
he'd seen many families like this
some better some worse,
but bad for all who is in them
you know he could see the hurt
everywhere
he knew all the dirty secrets
the whole town was full of them
hiding them like the dog hid his tail
so no one could see
everyone knows one or the other
but never the inhouse secrets,
ofcourse you know something is happening
and who is fucking who, well those who do the fucking know...
small hopes fall to pieces when you know those things
big hopes never rise to fall
and he was fed up with it
but what was he to do ?
guess he was postal...
and not a mail man.
28 dec 2006
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