Ant Smith

Anger

Enough must be enough

If you sit in silence in front of the TV

Listen to his murmurs when he is fast asleep

If you find you shiver at his gentle loving touch

Wonder why he stabs the roast

When he should be carving up

If no longer it is passion that

Makes you want to scream

But still somehow you find you have

Bruises on your knees

If your husband wants to murder you, your marriage might be fucked

And perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Might as well admit your life is all fucked up

If all your kids have finally flown from the nest

And all you have is little ghosts to suckle at your breast

If you wonder why your garden is such a bloody mess

you're fingers dig up bones from the pets you laid to rest

Wonder why your wedding dress is hanging in a tree

With sticky stains of semen in every crease and pleat

If every little memory feels just too much

Then perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Might as well admit your life is all fucked up

If your friends no longer ask you to

Come to their parties

And you wish that you were special with a terminal disease

If your faded photographs all went up in smoke

And the very air you breathe makes you want to choke

Wonder why your hairs a mess and your brush it never works

Why the paracetamol never shifts the hurt

If every nook and cranny is filled with ancient dust

Then perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Enough must be enough

Might as well admit your life is all fucked up

Anger