The man hit the woman brought her to her knees,
Shallow man to blind to see.
The hate in his eyes and fear in his hand,
As he clenches it again.
She didn’t do anything this time,
But it really doesn’t matter to this slime.
There’s no doubt the man’s going to hell,
As her face discolors and starts to swell.
She’ll walk out on him if she’s smart,
And leave the man with his own corroding heart.