Woman, "let it go." Said the gentleman.
"Oh oh oh! He's being 'polite' proofin' greater than?
You cannot add PLEASE come on... this is 21st century who's your minion?
Yeah, to hell from heaven with your million (that if you've one) Mr. Dominion
You are a waste resource foaming dirt in the mouth like a dummy
Are you insane? O, tied? Ⓣry and dial your My mummy
or my mummy again reportin' me before you use the stick between
Your legs, swollen stick yet givin' us another twin
Sickly sons of their father... unlucky fruits, remnants from bad baby factory, whose shites stink like his office boots
You, a big for-nothin' and useless property; bald in the head but bushy below
Come on shut up or keep quite who do you bellow below?
Come on common man look me in the eye with respect
You'd tag me feminazis now before your nozzle go erect
Soon, he'd be looking for where to wet his reekin' rod
I say calm down
Shut up clown...
You said what?
What?" She reacted.
"Even Bible to Renaissance argued - 'It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and angry woman,' my wife, please 'let it go.'" Pled the man
"Wow 'wo' now that you beg, you are lesser than less than
Where is your reservation of pride all of a sudden man?
Absconded 'cause I was being harsh my husband?
Now you want to blubber and cry or whine 'round playin' rubber band?
With goatish beard this long, you too dull
Your plays curse me more than no acts and all
Irritation of the highest order: I'll batter your face with this can
Rubbish, empty vessel trying to pose responsible a man." She responded.
My take:
I say:
"From evidence woman you are an havoc
A piece of karaoke singin' cataclysm 'round the clock
Dirty lousy pryin' pan
Blowing trumpet you can
Jezebel of today and devil's advocate
You abuse your husband anyhow and gyrate
Fightin' for superiority right? Clenching your fist to fight
You slap your husband first tryin' to dodge his fist from right
Hand if he punched your front tooth you'd become uglier
And blame that on superiority complex, liar
Not somber but with straight face and cannot say sorry you idiot
on a quest seeking balance being sassy Snazzy of riot
Can you dig a well or climb cashew like commando?
Why trying to make your fingers grow equal? Tho'
even if in resource you are sound still your husband you'd respect
but his God-given rod you tarnish with your public sect
Wait what lies twixt your own dirty two legs?
Yours is mould of gold or diamond or folded like pegs?
Call your arrogance into caution I beg your head to listen
One who'd not listen is like a moth condescendin' the curse on
Spider web
Keep your ebb!"
©Jodekss '17
