There’s a werewolf after me
I always hear him howling
I hope like in the movies
a silver bullet will kill him

Bob Boyd

She destroyed the hopes of my heart
like a bomb detonating inside of me
her weapon of mass destruction
a devastating heart-seeking no

Bob Boyd

People said the turbulent Mr and Mrs Denton
fought nearly every night like cats and dogs
It was no surprise when in the summer of 1977
the wife scratched her husband’s eyes out

Bob Boyd

A relationship with the wrong person
like a curse upon your life
that can be hard to extract yourself from
hopefully before it’s not too late

Bob Boyd