Oh you vile

Oh you vile wind that carry smoke and love

carry this to ease miss molality.

He inhales smoke and you smoke love,

one a craving of body, another of soul.

He is strong, yet stand beside.

Aside he crumbles.

He pains you more and you ain’t a pain to him.

Yet he Suffers more.

While you are cloistered in your hearth,

he is judged, weighed and cast aside in open warfare.

A miss has umpteen misters in waiting not vice versa.

Yet when we get a Mrs. we want a few more.

Guys are guys, for a Mrs. also has a few mistresses in waiting.

Is this what they call payback or cruelty of men.

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