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Peter,
Peter, woman beater,
Had a wife and couldn't please her,
Treated her like someone's trash,
And with his fist, her face would smash.
She was
kind and she was good,
And many things she had withstood,
But living with this man of wrath,
Would end up in a bloody bath.
Late one
day, he came home drunk,
And threw her down like she was junk,
She tried to scream and tried to run,
But in his hand he held a gun.
And with
his hands around her neck,
She'd much to lose, so what the heck,
She fought until she had his gun,
And shot him there, and it was done.
And now
she lives inside a cell,
But it is better than that hell,
Where she could never find a place,
To live a life where she was safe.
So men
out there, please hear my plea,
Don't be like him, for you can see,
A violent life is never good,
Please treat your wives the way you
should.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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