He comes at night,
Very deep in the night.
We get scared, so scared.
He stinks of booze, none will be spared.
We're doomed, Her more than us.
We now wait, wait for our turn.
He walks, no staggers, straight on,
She covers us, that we may not burn,
As he marches to us, on and on.
The door he breaks down,
A yell he lets out.
Feed me! You disgust me! You clown!
Our protector feeds him, he rejects it.
Stop! You're scaring them, she pleads.
And she is met with a fist,
A fist of weakness, a fist of pity.
Before another, we leave, to the dark,
The dark of uncertainty, and wait for a repeat.
The light comes out,
We are back in.
His old shell is out,
And kindness now creeps in.
He is so good, good to all.
We can now forget, forget the fist and yell.
He heads out again, and we read her mind.
She can't erase them, the repeats,
Repeats of the usual fists.