Wednesday. It's Wednesday today and I'll think of you tonight Knowing every Wednesday you sit and fear the night Each waking Wednesday moment filled with dread Cold beneath your bedclothes, shaking in your bed His stinking breath still wet from booze Is this the life you want to choose? His nasty words, his forceful way I'll think of you like every day I'll pray for you that he'll pass out So you won't hear him scream and shout Tomorrow he'll wake with an aching head Forgotten the words that he has said Set yourself free and walk away Walk safe my friend on a Wednesday.
Reason for writing:
My friends husband who went to the pub every wednesday and got drunk.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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