Picture This (I think you can...) <br />Rearranged in the Shakespearean Sonnet form... <br />************************ <br /> <br />And so he pretends to be your lover, <br />But blames you for his own ineptitude, <br />'Til his subliminal rage takes over, <br />Resorting to brutal acts and language crude, <br /> <br />You protest and he becomes more irate <br />Anger and resentment builds, blinding him, <br />He says women lie and he's filled with hate <br />And suddenly you become his victim, <br /> <br />Used, battered, abused and accused by him, <br />You do not dare follow where he has led, <br />His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed <br />And if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead! <br /> <br />Where you needed love, the back of his hand <br />Is what you get, so run while you still can!<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abusing-women-ii/
