Stuck.

She’s as rough as a bottle of cheap whiskey.
And as sour as a bottle of unsealed vintage wine.
She’s as cold as a can of refrigerated beer.
And as mentally weak as a bottle of nonalcoholic liquor.
Met her when i was living on the street.
First night with her i she did beat.
From then on with me she’s ruled the roost.
Getting rid of her for me would be a big confidence boost.
But she’s as hard as nails.
My attempts to defeat her always fails.
With her i am stuck.
All i can say is, oh fuck.
I have to duck.
Empty liquor bottles at me she does aggressively chuck.
Ahhh one of them hit me on my head.
Christ i wish her i never did wed.