He Stepped On My Finger
He stepped on my finger,
So I bit off his toe.
He screamed and threw fits
And told everyone I know.
He tripped on my knee,
So I gave him a welt
He was shocked beyond shock
That I used a big belt
He hushed me but once
For the repercussions were not pretty
We married one night
In the bright town of New York City
He knows what he’s got
For I have hid nothing from him
He rarely touches me,
Knowing I will not take it as any kind of a whim
He stays in his place,
On his side of the bed,
He barely breathes sometime,
Full knowing my stead
He once raised his hand
As if to give me a slap
But then he remembered
And pretended to clap
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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