Benjamin Twine

Kicked In

And every night

When you came home

Lucy cried

And Jack would joke

That he had hoped

You'd left for good

And every night

You brought home money

In the form

Of liquid honey

And the kids would smile

Though they'd go hungry

And every night

Jack would ask

How your day

Had come and went

And never mentioned

The money you spent

And every night

They went to bed

With empty stomachs

And fearful heads

Of what lay

In the night ahead.