Her grating voice chills me to the bone,
Why can’t I get some peace and quiet on my own?
It just don’t matter how much I bitch and I moan,
The only escape being perched on the porcelain throne.
Why she gotta criticise me all the damn time?
Pick fights, throws fits, a constant hollering and whine,
I bust my ass trying to save every nickel and dime,
Nine to five, trying to stay alive. Is that my only crime?
I can’t do nothing right, feel as useful as a concrete parachute,
Anymore of that droning crap, I’mma give myself the boot,
Down the road to the nearest bar, hoping she don’t give pursuit,
God I pray they playing Russian Roulette tonight, just pull the trigger and shoot.
Her voice is shrill, piercing as hell, if only I could shut down my brain,
But life don’t give you no emergency cord, just keeps you enduring the pain,
I was free long ago, when my home was my keep and these lands were mine to reign,
But that one paper sign, on that small dotted line… Freedom just got flushed down the drain.
Hope you enjoyed this post, please look out for more on the way... (author: @ezzy)
That is a solid poem. It could be a J Cole Rap.
But yeah man...... women are the gate keepers of sex and men are the gate keepers of relationships......... until you get married. Then suddenly the roles reverse and a woman has the power via the state divorce courts. She can execute financial devastation upon your life.
Thanks, buddy. Yeah, the divorce courts is a building I plan on steering well clear from. Although the papers are already signed so I'm under lock and key until further notice, lol. Many risks and gambles in life. The stakes don't get much higher than partaking in the institution of marriage. Within our part of the world, anyways.
Otherwise, thanks for stopping by, man. Hope all is well your end. :)
Haha. Why the ladies alway nag?
Sadly, it's progtammed into their DNA. :))
Haha, i am sure they have something similar to say about us. 😎