It's 4 in the morning and she's in there snoring
And I'm as cold as  can be
I went out drinking she went off stinking
And locked me in the old lavetry

She's in there swearing I'm out here decaring
This'll never again happen to me
Now she's in there snoring the rain it is pouring
And I'm locked in this old lavetry

Oh her I will throttle wished to God I had a bottle
How bad can this life for me ***
I'm soaking wet how bad can life get
And all I can smell is this sh..........t

For the **** life of me on toilet paper no glee
I write a poem with my finger
Guess I'll throw it away but when night comes day
No more inside here will I linger ..

terrence michael sutton
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