A Real Man ?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
we all know one or are one.

Submitted: June 14, 2012

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You sit on your arse and watch the world go by
Watching TV you fart burp and sye
Argue with the wife and slap the kids
No-one dares swap the channel heaven forbids
Then it's down the pub to spend your dole
Chat up the barmaid with your patter so droal
You show her your beer gut and tell her when you were young
How much you would have spent how much you'd have paid
To get her into bed and to get her laid
Then its back home to wife and into bed
You'll hear nothing of the lies about her sore head
So you slap her about and have your fun
Tell her to say nothing about what you've done
Well you know she wont she's never before
You know the times you slap her kick her call her a whore
But unknown to you this nights your last
And unlike her life your death will be fast
For that knife in her hand is for your throat to slit
And happy she's now for never again can you use your hands on her or the kids to hit.
 


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