Once again, he came home drunk,
Stumbling, smelling like a skunk.
Keys not fitting in the door,
tried again, then once more.
He tried to open the window.
It was locked and would not go.
He put his hand right through the glass,
Then dripped his blood all on the grass.
Pain, not something that he felt
After the alcohol was smelt.
With tired eyes, She opened the door
As he dripped blood all on her floor.
She wrapped his wounds, kissed his head,
Once again tucked him into bed.
Kissed his lips, breath so dank,
Because of the alcohol he drank.