My mother slammed her Gavel down screamed *******!
    You're nothing more than a renegade sinner reprobate!
    I had no recourse. I was at mom's mercy. She sentenced me
    to face the executioner, my father's brutal temper to see.
    Dad would be home at 3 to mete out lashings by his belt.
    Growing up I told the shrinks the history of every welt.
    I've spent too much of my life wary of women with lips
    who held behind their backs brutal wicked devil's whips.