My wife and I came home after celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with family. I'm about shot, we've been together for about two straight days. Everything went ok because I refused to overreact to my wife or our families.
After we walked in the door it started, we got to teasing each other a little about eating so much. The teasing got a little rough and my wife got kind of nasty. I asked her how she could act the way she was acting when she did me the same way or worse. Finally I told her I didn't appreciate her mean attitude because I didn't do her that way when she teased me. It kind of pissed me off the way she was acting, so I opened my laptop up and wrote a poem called "Joking," to help deal with the situation. After I wrote the poem one of our peers decided to throw a slur at it which I did not appreciate because after kissing our families butts and my wifes behind, I was in no mood for slurs, honest reviews but not slurs. So goes the poetic psychology behind this poem.

I run to my pen and ink,
too poetically word what I think.
Maybe not the stupid,
but moreso the cupid.
I believe in love and peace,
not being led by the devils lease.
I might verse in the best,
try to forget the stupid rest.
Even though I might be pissed,
I try not to turn butt to be kissed.

All the time I'm writing,
I try to ink away fighting.
But it's hard to pull out a tooth,
cover up the real truth.
My poetry contains a lot of psychology,
it helps guide my biology,
then there'll be less apology.

Don't slur me in review,
I might come for your butt too chew.
My poetry you may not like,
in which case take a hike.
Don't force out Mr Hide,
bring out my bad side.
I don't write for attention,
nor do I need honorable mention.

I might already be dealing,
trying not to start too squealing.
Or acting like a fool,
with the devil on the drool.
Problems is I might flip,
go on a mean evil trip.
Trip out on your azz,
so my poetry

you might want too pass.

G