Playing with fire

Penned this little poem shortly after a male family member drove me straight into irritation with his procrastination skills. I love men, life would be boring without them, but they can sooo light a fire under my ass at times. lol

about to snap..
if men weren’t so clueless
I might give a crap.

Mama’s boys or brawny types
they’re all the same
ask them to do something
and instantly they turn lame.

Heads up their asses..
sons, husbands, fathers..
when it comes time to work
none of them can be bothered.

In this day and age
you’d think they’d have learned
play with fire..
and you’re going to get burned.


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