Think on this and weep.

Sad sadie had a hard hard life.
Her heart, once filled with joy,
when she'd married her golden boy,
was soon broken assunder
when she'd viewed her blunder,
lying unconcious
amid the cold morning ashes,
an alcoholic stewpot, in a drunken stupor.

After years of beatings, blackeyes and broken ribs,
and the heartbreaking false dawn of hope,
the choice was narrowing down to a bleak fightback,
or take the children and run,
and leave the drunken bum
to simmer in his own filthy juice.

but some people have no luck
cos suddenly, events were overtaken
by the skyrocketing price of houses.

archie hardie. 30/oct/2007