Mother And Child
Author: Andy


A woman came to my door last night
In a state of extreme agitation,
She carried her little baby in her arms,
And asked me to phone the police station.

She came from the house over the road,
Where her boyfriend was high on dope,
He'd decided to bash both her and their child,
And had managed to do a good job on both.

Mother and son were battered and bruised,
And she was trembling from shock and fear,
I made a call to the emergency number,
And we waited as the sirens drew near.

The ambulancemen checked them over,
While the policemen talked to the jerk,
His excuse: he'd only been out of jail 3 months,
And was finding it difficult to get work.

I'd like to say that they're safe now,
And have moved to another place,
But after all the sirens had gone,
She walked back into his embrace.

I shook my head and went back inside,
Having received yet another confirmation,
That relationships are bloody strange,
I think I'll stick to masturbation!


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