There it was a big black spot,
I thought I had lost it, but had not!
Left from a former time of hate.
I thought it was all gone,
I hadn't looked as of late,
The eight or ninth of September.
It was a silly thing to remember,
But the pain was so real.
Just a simple forgotten birthday,
I thought it no big deal,
Just go to bed, and just shut-up.
She broke my favorite tea-cup,
And smashed a window pane.
Wrecked the car into the garage,
And said that I was to blame!
She would not let me hold her tight.
Well, it was a long and lonely night,
The bed seemed so wide and cool.
Morning brought another frown,
I felt just like she wanted- a fool.
Eating away to make me distraught.
That sore became a canker spot,
Like a cancer out of of control.
No pills or chemo to halt its growth,
Just lying there in its hatred pool,
Kisses and smiles go a long way.
Today I burned its roots away,
For the liquor was of no use.
I used a silly card and bear,
And a huge jug of apple juice.