Egg on my face

Egg on my face

Walking on your egg shells
I’m done with all that crap

You spun a good yarn
Had a few kids
That was that
You sat down and had a few beers
And as each can cracked
Instilled more fears
Laid down your rule
I like a fool
Bore it with tears
Split lip here, rum can there
Weddings, funerals, anywhere
My lack of understanding
Kept me more than grounded
Scarred from a drunk’s blurred perception
Monday lover or no reception
Tuesday through Thursday
Wife and Mother
Days that end in Y
Run for cover
Friday night in for a pounding
Saturday left barely standing
Sunday silence resounding
Black eye shining
Colour my world black and blue
Such is life
I love you too
Then you said cop this bitch
And I said later
Left the roost
Now I ‘m the traitor
Judith Taylor2006

Egg on my face

judithtaylor

Neranwood, Australia

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