Bless this mess…

Another domestic.

Another fight.

He’s never wrong,

and she’s never right.

Teenager jumps in,

the intent is as saviour…

But it’s fuel to the fire,

of bad behaviour…

.

Bad books…

I’m sleeping over,

Iv been run out of home.

It’s the doghouse for me,

My friends spare bed’s on loan.

I can’t shut my mouth,

I have opinions to say.

So I’m back in his bad books,

And sent on my way.