Bad Company

Shut your mouth!

You shut yours too,
I can't believe the only man on earth is you!

You're driving me mad,
Don't you understand?

Trust me, you don't need a helping hand!

You'd shut up and listen if you're smart!

I hate you!
I hate you with all of my heart!

Woman!
You're making me crazy.
You only exist to have my babies,
To cook and to clean,
To stay quiet and out of sight,
And to dutifully do as I please at fall of night.

Man! Man!
Are you feeling alright?
Have you hit you head?
Who are you to decide who does what and how in our bed?
Why should I get in line,
While you call the shots?
Why should you be the have,
And me the have-nots?

Woman!
Why did God curse me with such a beast of a woman?
You think we're equal?
You've another thing coming.

"Oh would some Power
The gift to give us,
To see ourselves as others see us."

A gift indeed it would be, that much is true,
But what if it's not inline with you being you?

What if they see you as an elephant,
A dog, a bicycle, a fire-ant?

What if others see you as a slave?
Telling you how you should behave?
And talk, And think, And eat, And move,
And other things you ought to do?

Man!... my husband.
You are not in a position
To try to insult my intelligence.
You lack wit, reason and eloquence.
Only one thing left to do
Is to immediately dispense with you,
And soon!
It's like living with a baboon!
(No offence to our monkey cousins...)

So I screeched and yelled
The Holy and Ineffable name of my Creator,
NOT to be done lightly.
I appealed for reason, for sanity, for justice!
For anything... Anything at all but this.

So! It was decided.
Even if the logic seemed a little lopsided.
I don't want to get into details
Of how my whole world was derailed.
It was a difficult realisation,
A real face-smack,
That my God, My Creator,
Didn't have my back.

Yes, it was made understood,
My main role was motherhood
and falling in line while he called the shots.
He was the have, Me, the have-nots.

Lay down and do as he wishes,
Wash his clothes and do the dishes.
Don't go on top, But underneath.
Don't initiate, Just receive.
Take the path of least resistance,
At my creator's insistence,
To keep the peace,
To show "countenance",
To be gentle and be good,
Lay down like a woman should.
To abdicate. Submit.
ENOUGH!
You can blow it up your ass!
I QUIT!