Treat them right

His wife's at home when he's out chasing skirt.

She's beautiful and faithful, but he's craving dirt.

He finds a whore easily. She satisfies his needs.

With muffled moans, down on her knees.

He throws her the money, taken from his sons card.

He can't control himself when he's eager and hard.

He walks home in the dark. Through the shadowed alley.

Just becoming a mark on another Tally.

Passion creates the most murders. Love, hate and pride.

It's a shame Henry didn't take care of his Bride.