Hiroshima no amour
I got sucker punched
in the psyche again
by a venomous bitch
with a nasty left jab
& the sweetest ass
you ever saw
she knew she had me
from the time our eyes locked
across this filth riddled den of sin
where the only thing you wore
was a name tag & an attitude
& she was the star of the show
we lived fast & hard
on this one way dead end street
we call life
where concrete & steel
were cuddly things
she became a cult queen
to every hand that had
a dick in it
& tore through life
like a Hiroshima honeymoon
till one day i came home
to a scene of carnage
that would make a snuff film
look like it was made by Walt Disney
....like I said sucker punched