Sunday, November 18, 2007

Job description

You make me quit my job
You take over my life
And when I ask what time you're coming home
You call me a petty housewife.
You make me ride on top
And when I scream for more
You turn around and tell me
That I act like a whore.
What does it take
To do whats deemed right
How is a balance achieved
Shut up and avoid a fight.
Maybe I am all these things
That you always say to me
But I'm a little confused so help me out
Isn't this what you want me to be?

1 comment:

A Blessing in Tragedy said...

Oh God this was so so very bad. No thought went into this, its just wah wah wah me me me.

Is this all the UAE has to offer in terms of English poetry?