The Moonlit Sea

She still seems to worship him
Catering to his every whim
But he's rotten to the core
Spewing that she's just a whore
 
She still seems to serve him well
Slavish in their private hell
She drops nightly to her knees
Despite it all she aims to please
 
But she finds limits to her grace
Stands and spits into his face
He whines that she is there to serve
How she has her fucking nerve
 
She's tired of his taunts and jive
Drives quickly to the local dive
Drinks away her Master's bile
Knowing it will take awhile
 
The stranger joins her at the bar
Tells her that he will take her far
Tells her that she's finally free
And drives her to the moonlit sea.