Love The Hard Way
I think that I will never see.
Since you beat the hell out of me.
My eyes are blackened and all puffed up.
Just because I asked you “What’s sup?”
There was a time I would have won.
I would have fought back some.
But, now I just roll with the punches.
Don’t hit a girl is what my hunch is.
Don’t go around breaking little girls hearts.
They will get pissed and rip you apart.
But, I didn’t do a thing to deserve this.
The rumor mill has really got me pissed.
Beat up by a girl is the ultimate insult.
I would rather fight gators in a moat.
Especially when I didn’t do a thing.
The rumor mill said I had a fling.
It is all lies!!—– Dirty rotten lies!!
My last girl tried to claw out my eyes.
She probably started the rumors.
I should set fire to her bloomers.
Women. ….It should be: Whoa, men.
Beware!!—– Here she comes again!!
She will turn you every way but loose.
You will feel like you were hit by a caboose.
Why should men be abused by women?
“It’s not unheard of.” Said milk toast, grinning.
“Show superiority. Scratch them with your whiskers.”
She would like it better if I only kissed her.
Two weeks later, I could see again.
I knew I was different than other men.
She forgave me and made love to me.
But, I didn’t do wrong. Can’t she see?
Just forget it and reap the reward.
Love from her is a gift not ignored.
Maybe it’s true. Men fire on one cylinder.
I hope this thought isn’t killing her.
Our relationship is much better now.
We learned to trust through this somehow.
A world without trust is a world of hurt.
Usually for me, from the one in the skirt.
—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)