Women, women, women. <br />The enigma of our lives. <br />So much more understandable <br />Before you were our wives. <br />Accused as being thoughtless <br />When there’s proof how much we think. <br />We kindly bought those square toed shoes <br />To get you closer to the sink. <br />To think we let our bodies join <br />By use of our sacred isthmus <br />You’ve soon forgot the steam iron <br />which I got you for your Christmas. <br />Take all of your good advice. <br />You know where you can shove it! <br />Now get back on your knees ya bitch <br />Go on. You know you love it! <br />I am a man above all men <br />No chick will ever cause me strife <br />(I’ve written this under a sued on him, <br />For god’s sake, please, don’t tell the wife.)<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tips-for-a-woman-s-safety-and-survival-or-an-exercise-in-false-bravado/
