in the coming months, all you know will rot
the faces you've seen on the box in your kitchen
where you cook for the man who you hope will stay
for your unborn child; but he'll never stay
or if he does, he'll hit you
the kid too, he'll smile big
all he asks is christmas ham
and shut the fuck up you dumb whore
you wanna talk about waste reduction?
better to kill the man than the meat on his fucking plate