cant find the quiet corner

unloving uncaring so greedy unsharing
just drinking and sleeping and groaning and moaning
no smiling no laughter no wink from his eye
just a look of hate and evil inside
so ruling so strict so viscous and harsh
i wish i wish he got stuck in that marsh
so greedy so theiving so spitful and hard
thats probably now thats why im so mard
drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair
used to drive me in so much dispare
covered my ears with my hands im scared.