Pointing out the obvious…

Is that what women are for?

Do they have to let us know the score?

Before the game is over, oh gee, hon, tell me more,

Think this poem will lead me to a war…?

Yes dear, I know I am being wrong,

Yes, I have in the past sung the same song,

But let me do it, let me find out for myself,

Before I store my pride back on the shelf…

Why can I not just make a mistake?

I know eating before going to bed a steak,

Is wrong, my stomach will balk,

In my sleep I will take a stroll,

All the time while doing so I will talk…

Okay so I will be sick,

It is after all, my body,

Who is the one being stubborn here?

I am the one who does to problems always admit…

Oh for cryin’ out loud, goodnight already…J

            © ed ~ 8/5/05