A loner of a man ,
Forgotten by the rest,
He`s doing all he can,
He try`s his very best.
One thing he thinks could be,
He thought it yesterday,
A mistake he did not see,
He always made her pay.
His brains were in his fists,
He had to have control,
Used his fists then tried a kiss,
It somehow made him whole.
The horror of the beatings,
His warped pathetic power,
Where do these men come from,
They are a weaker shower.
Ladies ought to know them,
Shame them all to death,
How can they think it`s fine,
And stinky boozy breath.
If you hit a woman,
You`re the lowest of the low,
You`re just a downright wrong un,
Through the door you`ll go.
If you think it makes you hard,
Think again , You bully,
Release this woman from this hell,
You will be dealt with fully.
Every one will tell you,
It`s because your dad`s the same,
All an excuse for what you do,
It`s just a weak man`s game
