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May 2010
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.

The guy was an idiot.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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   Rachel Sterling
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