Two-Four-Zero

A 6.4 handsome hunk
giving it all in my bunk
Tall, strong and dumb
I am silent, just numb
He can barely read or spell
Who am I to give him Hell
He cannot put to real use
the little he was taught
I'm begging him to stop
It hurts and he does not
I am bleeding, I'm broken
Not another word spoken
I have been here before
Isn't this what I ask for
A swift kick and a shove
Out the door and no love
Two-four-zero
My story does not
have a hero