I'm tired of you ladies, up in my face!
Screaming for justice, it's such a disgrace!
You whine then you wiggle,
you wag and you wail,
I think any day now you'll put me in jail!
Is there anything less than a groveling fool,
that can keep you contented, keep you just cool?
I've worked every day,
no really I did!
And now I'm a piker, a user, a kid!
Do the wheels on you auto go left and go right?
Do you see in the evening with magical light?
The gold in your earrings,
the gems on your hands,
I dug them for you my beautiful friends!
With sweat on my brow
and pain in my back,
my deeds have been righteous.
Damn;
why do you attack!
Someday you'll wise up and see with an eye
that will not judge fellas and make us all cry!
Your blessings are many,
your gifts are sublime,
so now can we cuddle, I brought you some wine.
written March 27,2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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