Give me a gun
And I’d shot her dead
Because she’s nothing more
That spunk in a bed.

Her sheets are dirty
She has pillows of stone
I’m not comfortable around her
Her body is a drone.

She’s like a big iceberg
Daggers out for fight
An angel in the morning
Mostly the devil in the night.

A truly fucked up Jekell and Hyde
How can I treat her like a sister
When the witches of Eastwick
Seemed gentler at Easter.

How can she escape from her cage
Will the bird inside to get free
No wonder there is no peace
With the demons in her sea.

But maybe if we swallow our pride
Put aside past disputes
Throw away our guilt
conflicts ills and reputes.

We can then laugh out loudly
At these little pains gripes and shades
Learn to laugh together
All the darkness will fade.