Early in the morning, the day,
which for most is not Thems, but Theirs,
they awoke.
She, snatching the fuckstained sheet,
dyed hair dead and disarrayed,
said rowly to him,
                   blah
                        blah
                             blah
                                  blah.
From a toothless dream,
bladder full,
              he opened his red lead eyes,
focuncentrating,
on her black smelly hole
[the one in her face]
and heard her lovely bitch voice cry
NAG NAG NAG NAG NAG!
                                He rolled over and over
                       and over
           to the edge
    of the
bed
    (hot rain stained sheets)
and lit a stinking goddamn cigarette
this early in the goddamn morning.
He pressed it firmly into his eye
  the one with her image,
                         while she wrapped
her pretty doll like hands around her neck
and
quit breathing.
Turning blue rapidly, it wasn t her breath she was holding
but him.
Neither even bothered
with the goddamn
(alwaysgottobecrankedasloudasitpossiblycan)
SO HE COULD WAKE!
radio alarm
              and on static at that.