GBH Grievous battery harm replaces previous flattery and charm For readers wives, whose daily lives are beyond the hum of the drum Of the washing machine and routine and so scream at their other halves For sitting in front of a screen instead of rollin' in a bed with them YouTube, YouPorn, KY, new norm Couple's solo love with sock gloves And do not disturb on the door, down the hall from each other, so Batteries required to extinguish hot desires Unsatisfied, ungratified from the bloke Who for a while now is umbilically tied to the string of his The wife stroke mother of his child Who he never strokes as much as the chicken that he chokes On his own, down the hall with his tinder-kinder, so Empowered from her summer in Tian Shazam And the summer that is Ann And the secrets Victoria gave, and gave her wings and things That could save her more than any bull she's laboured for Labia day, she celebrates over and over Nine times in a row and countin' Her wrists get tired, her little rampant boy expires More batteries required for her waterproof wand, silver bullets, and toys Glittery, gliding, silicone joys, all her wants, wills, filled, and thrilled And no man's tongue will ever hit that spot again As she writhes on the vibrations And the waves of sweet Jesus sensations As she grievous battery harms herself All the way to Heaven