Charade

Naked and freezing

pain not easing

he beat me again

I never know when

He's gone to the bar

taken the car

says my ugly face ruined his mood

and he can't stomach food

I reach for the phone

stretching hurts, groan

report him for drink driving

he'll call me low and conniving

Tonight he'll be in a cell

I get reprieve from the hell

the police know the score

ask me to tell them more

I was brought up that man was king

you must obey the ties of the wedding ring

until my mother is dead and gone

for her the charade will go on