That's what they used to call him.
His stubble troubled mug;
protruding peppered logs.
Skewers for yesterdays wolfed victuals.
Pineapple and cheese on party sticks,
But you wouldn't want a lick.
A cat's tongue would be a smoother groom.
Talking of weddings...
It was a grand affair
A ten grand one in fact.
An out of pocket experience.
For what it's worth,
she did look a million dollars.
Yeah, she bought it alright!
Swallowed all the lies,
Actually she swallowed a lot more than that
for him, at his whim.
She lay down her life,
that was her collateral;
and in return;
she held status, as his wife.
Foolish girl; Payback time,
Tied herself to a black and blue giver.
And that's why Whisky Whiskers' liver,
took the beatings, alongside with her.
A daughter to the slaughter.
The woolly headed bint,
Couldn't see for love nor lint.
Clouded by lust, promises of gold dust.
She lapped it all up
and scraped her hungry heart,
On the fangs of a smiling wolf
and got bitten; she was smitten, then smote.
While Whiskey Whiskers watched
and twice shied away from the madman
with the badge of authority.
Money talks. It talks big.
Often out of the mouth of a small-minded, big head,
sporting a little prick, and a double-exhausted sports car.
And it's always red,
like their face was in high school.
Shamer turned blamer turns fat controller.
Dominant doormat beater.
Couldn't be sweeter; at first.
"Come into my bubble my pretty".
Shiny outside, inside shitty.
And Whiskey Whiskers stands outside,
in bourbon, malt and Jack he hides,
This pickled mess, pickles inside.
Until a murderous screaming bursts the bubble,
Goddamit, now here comes the trouble.
He screams in anger, she in terror
But neither screamer knows the error.
Now beside himself with rage,
Battle cries leap free the ribcage.
Whiskey Whiskers lets it rip,
Ten long years of teeth-tongue grip.
He grabs an empty bourbon bottle,
and towards his son-in-law full throttle
he clouts the bastard with a thwack.
it's good to see that Jackie's back!
Down in one.
Daddy had him!