Jacks Dead and that's Just Fine

 You poked me once
you poked me twice
I was wrong
To chop instead of dice

you slapped me once
you slapped me twice
I was wrong
For talking to a man, being overly nice

you punched me once
you punched me twice
I was wrong
For not enjoying, your favourite kind of vice

you kicked me once
you kicked me twice
I was wrong
For being me and not Heidi Fleiss

you stabbed me once
you stabbed me twice
I was wrong
For thinking instead of sex a hug would suffice

The beatings, the torture
The promises to change
The way that you’d blame me
Claiming you were deranged
so long I believed it, all being my fault
the violent rapes and sexual assaults
you ignored all my protests
The screams, cries and grunts
The bruises, the scars, the lumps
My hair torn out in clumps
The painful forced dry humps
Your angry shouts, my jumps
I no longer feel the guilt that thumps
Or being the dummy in your violent stunts
I don’t feel now in the wrong
After all I only killed you the once