Go ahead... curse me for your failure,
I've heard this all before.
I give and give and give and give,
But you take a little more.
And then you negate all of the effort,
I exhausted in your name,
When you win, you take the credit,
When you lose, I take the blame.
I have never understood just why,
Some "men" stay little boys,
And believe that they are owed,
All kinds of fancy toys.
Without ever having earned them,
Not ever having paid,
And sleep like babies every night,
In beds their mothers made.
Always something for nothing,
Ain't that a pile of ****.
Come on ladies, I think it's time,
To wean them off the ***.