my doghouse bomber

My Doghouse bomber

Yet again its happened im in the dog house 

She raging like a fire Ive got no water to dowse

Im Moving round the house making sounds like a mouse 

Trying to stop the moaning so hiding in cracks like wood lowse 

Your emotions they trouse to leave you like cheap tatty bling 

So much like a dog now ive even started barking 

Marking my territory shes in the kitchen marching 

 Im Ruining my own washing ironing and whats starching!!

Being given my dinner in a bowl on the floor 

Im hooch not oliver so dont dare ask for more

My ears been nored on so starting to feel sore

​​​​​Actually im better off in the dog house I can shut the door

Just using it like a bomb shelter to bypass the war

• The crying man