Bob felt he knew what was honest and true;
That he’d marry and love, life would fit like a glove.
In Mary he found his sweet goddess to pray;
At her feet would he kneel, for the rest of his days.
He would love with such passion,
Buy her all she desires
Just to keep her in fashion.
Provide a wealth of provisions
To prevent her division
From the life he had given
And the car she has driven.
Bob felt he knew that his bride could be blue;
That her sadness inside, could cause her to slide.
In Mary there lingered a darkness at bay
That would surface in bursts, every other bad day.
He would love with such kindness
To defend against madness;
To shine light into blindness.
The children he protected,
As soon as he detected
His beau felt neglected;
But he just feels dejected.
Bob felt he knew, once left black and blue,
That the marks on his face could never be erased.
In Mary he trust; for the children, he must
Just keep his head down, don’t make a fuss.
He would love with such sorrow;
His beating heart beaten
By every tomorrow
Promising ever more violent
Scenes from his tyrant;
Demanding he’s silent –
Keep him broken, reliant.
Bob felt he knew, what exactly he’d do
When she pushed him too far, and he’d fill up the car;
To Mary he’d wave as he sped off the children,
Without a thought for how he’d be the villain.
He would no longer shrink,
At the mercy of hands;
Teeth and knives and fists that kiss
Like promises left abandoned.
Cannot stand it;
Respect, demand it!
No longer by your violence branded!
Bob felt he knew, with his jaw bone askew,
That no more could defend, instead had to end;
Tell Mary no more, he would leave her to rot –
Before it’s all his kids are taught.
You filthy liar!
I’ll punch and I’ll punch
Till I hear your bones crunch;
Till you’re crying in pain,
Then I’ll hit you again.
You won’t say a word –
See how it’s all blurred –
I’m so fragile and frail,
You’re a big, violent male.
So she hit him and hurt him
So badly it turned him
From innocent victim
To secondary symptom.
Her blows they fly fast –
He will stand up at last;
He would rather have kissed her,
But he fought back and Mr.
Bob felt he knew, that he’d beaten that shrew;
That the sirens would save, keep him out of a grave.
Mary knew better, she knew all the bluffs;
At the end of the day, it was Bob left in cuffs.