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.