Gentle Coercion

The intolerable screeching Like knife on steel pan The painful soul-bleaching All part of her plan To send me insane  With her evil little wails Over my life she does reign I'm told to hoist up the sails The screaming of the wind, we Set off in search  Of that thought-filled black sea Happiness is left in the lurch Floating upon her crocodile tears  Dodging disaster and strife  Filled with shallow gorges and weirs  Better cling on to life I wake up each night to That same old bleating Another evening to crawl through No holiness' greeting For all my work and all My troubles and lack of breath In this terrible brawl I wish for nothing but death  To rescue me from having once more To wake up again, to go Fetch my long oar  And to my child I must yet again row To save her from this pain she feels Sounds like she's being ripped apart And as in bed she writhes in pain I pat her, and she lets out a fart All but trapped gas What a poor little lass Stuck inside that tiny girl  Don't panic, just give wind a whirl