I'm so sick and tired
Of everyones bullshit
I hate this fucking place
Why the fuck does it matter
I hate that fucking guy
He thinks he can fucking cuss at me
Well I have something to say about that
He can suck a dick for all I care
Who the hell does he think he is
Someone needs to beat his ass
I wish it could be me
Because I would make him suffer.
FUCK YOU COACH BLACK
I'm not stopping by to critique this poem, merely to say keep your head up in regards to your husband. There is a nation behind him and a bunch of us that share your pain. I send my respect and good wishes to you both. I know it sucks over there, four tours and it never got any easier. Good luck!!