I’m guessing she had a relentless and loud mouth on her.
Didn’t make him sammiches of fetch ‘im a beer.
“Beyond Belief”
History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I’m just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel
I hang around dying to be tortured
You’ll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly
Could be. Or maybe the guy was fed up. But to abandon his kids, he’s a coward.
“I’m guessing she had a relentless and loud mouth on her.”
The odds are definitely not against it.