TAKE IT LIKE A MAN

I found a stash of porn magazines,
They weren't old ones you'd not thrown away.
I asked you why you buy so many.
You shrugged, "I'm a man, so it's OK."

I noticed you leaving things messy,
I asked if you would keep things more clear.
You smirked at me, "But I am a man.
That's not the reason why I am here."

I found an earring on the bed-sheets.
It wasn't mine. I asked whose it was.
You laughed nastily, "I am a man.
That is just something that a man does."

So I gathered my stuff and packed it.
You yelled, "You can't leave!" I said, "I can."
As I walked out, I corrected you,
"You are a sleaze-bucket, not a man."

2 September 2005