once,
a dull man
with a sharp tongue
and sharp fists

then,
a double-edged woman
a one-track mind
and one-way temper

so,
the man lif'd his weapon
to the tears of a child
laughing bastardly
with hopes of the boy dying

he sacrificed his child
for a piece of mind pie
the woman watched in harmony
after dessert the could sleep at night

bon appétit

**unfinished verse