Man's world..

spoken word for piece I am working on

This is a man's world but..

I told you, you’d miss me when I’m gone...

 

Seems the dishes  in the sink are building up

You’d offer me a coffee but you can’t find a clean cup

The fridge is empty except for milk and some eggs

And they are so mouldy, could grow a pair of legs

Your clothes are covering the floor

No space in the basket for any more

The toilet paper is nonexistent, just a brown roll

Maybe that’s why you have papers by the bowl

I would say its cos you like to read

But I wouldn’t like to mislead

Besides you never owned a book

Only if it has pictures would you take a look

You try and make a little space on the settee

Amongst the biscuit crumbs and stain dried tea

Clearing the centre table, clearly unable

to wipe a month of sloth away

beer cans,  pizza and a dirty ashtray

You haven’t shaved either, there’s food in your beard

And that polo jumper makes your neck look weird

Maybe if you learned to use the washing machine

Your clothes would all be nice and clean

And you wouldn’t have resorted to a jumper you really hate

Which elongates your neck and makes you look overweight

 Speaking of washing, the bathroom is on the right

You might be saving water but just to be polite

No matter what, body odour is not a good look, smell

For a woman its an aromatic death knell

You make excuses that the vacuum cleaner is blocked

And you can’t take out the rubbish cos the back gate is locked

Your bed is unmade and smells of musk and stale food

Not exactly a place you want to come to get screwed

Then again I heard she’s not too fussy

You must be a real catch for that old hussy

What happened to 'out with your mates in the strip club'

turned into 'on your lonesome down the local pub'

and all those girls numbers on your phone

have decided to wash their hair and stay at home

Ironic now you only pull OAP's

with smokers cough and tits down to their knees

Look I’ll just grab my post and I’ll be leaving

The smell of this place has left me heaving

You want some advice, why I won’t take your back

You’re not on the wrong side; you’ve fallen off the track

If you want a woman to call a wife

You need to sort out your sad handout of a squalid life

This is a man's world but... 

I told you, you’d miss me when I was gone

Reviews

[Yellow Butterfly]

These are harsh words and true for many a man whom haven't got the foggiest on how to treat their ladies right.

You haven't minced your words here PJ...

Not wanting to pigeon hole 'men' but not all live by these standards, there are some egotesticle (yep typo intended lol) men who truly believe.... tHIS is a mans world!!!

For him..I'd say it's a sad world indeed...

Very well penned PJ :o)

[Steve]

I like it. It sounds like a song.

[Poetic Justice]

funny u should say that as its due to be put to music..courtsey of Mr Brown

[Sethnicity]

DAMUM!

I miss your lunge, Straight the jugular, No Chaser just plunge!
Singing the song that must be sung.
I must admit I am guilty of letting my world lay to waste round my bedside,
front, back, and closets too...
settled on lone ventures to pubs to stew
like huppty the lost couch potato drunk on brew
to find myself fallin in hot water boiling till I found Krystallo
or should I say found my way back to where I last left my heart.

Your writing means so much to me.
Thank You for encouraging me to be better for My Woman's World.

much Love.

[Poetic Justice]

glad to hear it x

[Poetic Justice]

added a little bit ..in progress..

[Holly Mason]

what a list of lacking you have prepared
it was truly clever creative and just fun to read
string out the sad handout of squalid life-a line that goes in for the bite
like the title it makes a reader wonder what they are in for
great content
thank you for sharing

[Poetic Justice]

oh the list could go on and on lol

[Muse]

I just witnessed a newly made bachelor get knocked down a few pegs. Seeing his mess...it must have given her some some satisfaction...

Then again I heard she’s not too fussy
You must be a real catch for that old hussy "ouch"


To know that he depended on her so much....wasting away without her....a sad portrayal of what once was...what could of been...and what is now a filthy reality of self-rot.

I told you, you’d miss me when I’d gone... "I'm gone?"

A great read my friend.

[Poetic Justice]

Thank you...and amendment made :)