Sweet Mary had a madman for a boyfriend.
He was crazy like in nuts, mean like in dangerous.
Mary loved him.
Mary was sweet and gentle and soft of voice.
Donald, her boyfriend, was coarse, crude, loud, and evil.
It happens.
Dangerous Donald viciously attacked innocent people
and took whatever he wanted from them.
Mary knew.
Donald, night or day, mugged tired, weak old ladies.
He spent their money on booze, drugs, and other women.
Mary thought she could change him.
Dangerous Donny went home to Sweet Mary most days.
To eat, he went, and to sleep. He was less than a creep.
Mary fed him and slept him.
Mary and Donald were young and getting old fast.
Mary had a sense of time. Donald never thought about it.
Mary knew it might run out.
Drugged up Dangerous Donald came home one soft night
and bludgeoned Sweet Mary to death as she slept.
Mary would not have been surprised.