Poem Of The Day ( 3/3 )
Poem of the day — The Evening
This story begins at the start of the day,
HE woke up, took a piss…and went on his way.
Awakeing, much later, with HER head in a spin…
a Vodka and Tonic with plenty of Gin.
THE baby, cries loudly, tears a plenty…
HER name is Delilah, her bottle is empty.
MY Lunch is not ready, when I return home from school…
I’m told to ‘Fuck Off’…’do you think we won the pools’.
I go back to school, my belly is growling…
HE’s not home yet, and SHE’s still scowling.
The Baby’s nappy was wet, unattended i thought…
THEY just don’t care, so why was Delilah born.
The Evening arrives, WE are finally united…
Delilah is fed, and truly delighted.
I finally go to bed, my belly is full…
THEY go to sleep, after a boozy furore.
Late evening is still, as I lay in my bed…
I woke , took a knife and light-footed to THEIR beds.
I stabbed each and EVERYONE, till they breathed no more…
Delilah woke up, I can’t imagine what she saw.
That evening, I forget, I refuse to remember…
That evening, my family was ended forever.
