Always look super slim
neat and tidy slick and spam
Wear fitted clothes tight to the skin
Clear the kids toys up before he came in
Be at his beck and call
But that’s not all
Yes sir, no sir
He didn’t care
His other women
So glad they were there
Big relief when he wasn’t here
Divorced at twenty three
Forty years ago
Left with two babies
Them and me!
Behind closed doors
You couldn’t see the sores!

Now I learn
With Much discern
A friend has been going through
Just like What I went through
Behind closed doors!
You couldn’t see the sores!

Well she’s a mess
I say, I bless
Emaciated
Confused
Battered and bruised
No one knew
Behind closed doors
You can’t see the sores!

His control
He did foil
But she always looked so good
Behind closed doors
You can’t see the sores!

Why would we suspect?
but I guess we should
It all came to no good!
Our old friend our bud
We tried to pull her up, but Twas no good
She’s a broken woman
A damaged soul
Behind closed doors
You just can’t see the sores!

The vermin
Come out at night
Destroying everything in sight
They don’t care
They know they won’t get caught
No matter how much we have fought
There’s no respect
Nothing will protect
Us
against the vermin!

Strong Winds forecast for tomorrow
Like a hard strong gust waiting to bust
Tie down your latches
or doors and your thatches
Lay low,
stay in don’t go
Out in the blustery wind
Make sure everything is pinned
Because the wind is a demon
Waiting to beam on
Everything in its way
It’s tomorrow they say
It’s angry it’s nasty
How long will it last y
We just don’t know
It’s not a friend, it’s a foe!
The damages it does
Is what bothers us
The danger
What’s stranger
Is we just don’t know
Where it will go
Up down across or all over
From Scotland to Dover
Fast as it comes
It goes
Leaving destruction behind
It’s just simply unkind and entwined
Blowing us all away front back sides and behind!