fear me, if you think you're smart
you're only safe when we're apart
you're in my house, in my command
mess up once, you'll taste my hand

you know i don't mean to hurt you
sometimes you give me no choice
how many times have i told you
not to raise your F**KING voice

it's my house, and you'll listen up
'cause you have no other place to go
the neighbors live so far away
theres no way that they'll ever know

if my dinners on the table
and my slippers are on my feet
then you don't have to worry
theres no real reason to beat your a*s
It's my house....

oh wow, thats a really good poem, i really really like that, i dont know how much you value my opion but, i really think thats REALLY REALLY good. its so.. real ya know? Are you speaking from .. experionce?
rOze

Experience, yea. Not me on the delivering or recieving end. Just sitting on the sidelines. Thanks.