GBH - Imelda May

GBH

Grievous battery harm

Replaces previous flattery and charm

Fore readers wives, whose daily lives

Are beyond the hum of the drum

Of the washing machine and and routine

And so scream at their other halves

For sitting in front of a screen

Instead of rollin' in a bed with them

YouTube, YouPorn

KY, new norm

Couple’s solo love with sock gloves

And «do not disturb» on the door

Down the hall from each other, so

Batteries required

To extinguish hot desires

Unsatisfied, ungratified

From the bloke, who for a while now

Is umbilically tied to the string of his

«The wife», «mother of his child»

Who he never strokes

As much as the chicken that he chokes

On his own down the hall

With his tinder kinder, so

Empowered from her summer in Siam shazam

And the summer that is Ann

And the secrets Victoria gave her

Gave her wings and things

That could save her any bull she’s laboured over

Labia day!

She celebrates over and over

Nine times in a row and countin'

Her wrists her tired

Her little rampant boy expires

More batteries required

For her waterproof wand, silver bullets, and toys

Glittery, gliding, silicone joys

All her wants, wills, filled, and thrilled

And no man’s tongue will ever hit that spot again

As she writhes on the vibrations

And the waves of «sweet Jesus» sensations

As she grievous battery harms herself

All the way to heaven