
Both my good and bad habits
were developed in the womb
attributable to my mother's gossiping
about my father's infidelity
So no wonder I suck at being sentimental
or understanding and my wife is always complaining
I don't communicate well but what the heck...
I was born guilty on all counts
of being just like my dad...
Nazi feminist bridge clubs held their meetings
in our kitchen over hot flavored coffee
and tea spiked with marital hemlock and
the words of castration from those lard ass bitches
who kept their legs shut during sex
while the eighteen year old secretaries
their old man hired at work
told him he looked twenty years younger than he was
as they sucked his bodily fluids out through his other brain.
Perfumed lies are what feed the egos of men like my dad.
More women should know the facts before they speak,
it's crap like " The way to a man's heart is through his stomach"
which deceives and betrays their own better intuition.
My father never gave a damn about pork chops or chicken
he wanted real food.
T.S. 2009 ©


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