3rd December - Hell on Earth

* Apologies for lateness! *

She drinks and smokes and steals my food,
Her jokes are bad, her comments crude,
Uncorks my wine, consumes it all,
And passes out against the wall.

I run away, get on a train,
And even then she hurts my brain,
My room is entered, more wine gone,
Surely she knows that this is wrong?

She’s been attacked and wants advice,
On top of the inflated price,
It’s not a thing that I expect,
And lacks professional respect.

Its 2am, I’m in bed, frightened,
Awful racket, senses heightened,
A lad comes in on her command,
Why? I fail to understand.

It’s clear that I must get away,
Escape this awful Groundhog Day,
An email to my work is sent,
About the awful discontent.

Monday morning I find somewhere,
By Tuesday I am out of there,
My experiences I can now erase,
As I relax beside the fire-place.

- Jack Green, 3/12/10