Every time we argue you're wrong... and I'm always right. You don't cook like mama did, and you can’t keep house. As for ***, you can't **** worth ****.
I never do anything wrong... and I know what I'm talking about. I don't need to know how to cook or clean that's what women are for. And as for ***...I'm the best you ever had. Don't give me that hurt look, or threaten to leave.
Its so quiet around here these days... I'm getting hungry and the house is *****. I've got to ******* to get off but hey... I won.
But did he?
This poem is based on an over heard conversation on the bus. This guy was bragging about keeping his woman in line.