He'd had a little card game
Just the night before
She'd pleaded with him not to
He just laughed and slammed the door
He was never violent
He never raised a hand
But drunken, loud and mouthy
So she couldn't make a stand
He told her he was winning
She didn't think it so
Where on earth's his bank book
By god, she had to know
They were neither poor nor rich
Money, but not a lot
His gambling drained it badly
So now they're in a spot
Leaving the detritus
She resolved to take a look
Left him upstairs snoring
Where does he keep that book?
I really wouldn't, darling
Not good reading, I should think
It seems the cards have cost
Everything and that kitchen sink...
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