"Funk Daddy #6"

She said, She said
As her eardrums slowly bled
"Is it possible to love a man
Who takes out his frustrations in the bed?"

(I don't care)

"It's been my understanding
That life is seldom fair..."
She said this with conviction
As if I were the only man who cared

(But I don't care)

I woke up Sunday Morning
In an unfamiliar room
Sorting out the fiction from the truth
A body still beside me
Broken bottles on the floor
I grabbed my clothes and said a prayer
She never stirred
And then I hit the door...