So It Occurs to Me

It seems timely that we are planning a jam – again it seems like ages – when I feel like I need one to save me. Not to sound contrite – but I have had a really awful last two weeks. I came home and attempted to gain some empathy from the wife and I got nothing. I got the shoulder. It took me back to a time not so long ago when I had the opportunity to go very north to work and escape. I was shocked at my woman’s reaction. In the same moment it enlightened me. I am a man. I am complex, I am never rational but I have those rights because I am a man. A woman is not meant to understand us. Never a possibility. So face it, short of a meal and the rare roll in the straw, a woman offers us nothing in the way of understanding.

And yes I have had a few drinks to fuel these feelings. But anger and frustration cannot be given up to a glass or two. The fact of the conversation is – we are men and they will never understand us – never as well as other men do certainly. So to be crude – fuck them and lets play some music.

You’re Just a Woman

You’ve got your back turned to me

As it should be

You’re just a woman

Why would I ever see you with me?

You’re just blind

You were never raised to understand

Something as complex as a man

You’re just women, you’re just a woman

And a man from when he throws his earliest stone

He knows, God meant him to walk alone

God meant him to walk alone

You know diapers and feelings

Things that mean nothing to me

I’m a pay check, I’m a stranger

I’m an unsolved mystery

You’re pampered in predicable behavior

I’m an unmanaged creature

An embarrassment in conversation

But a great bill paying feature

I know you use me

I know you don’t give a damn

But I’ll gladly trade my money

Because you’re better than my hand

You’re just a Woman

And life really cheated you

You think you know me

But there’s nothing you can do

You can’t own me!

You’re pathetic, and yes I understand

You’re not fulfilled

Until you have your marriage plans

But you don’t know me

Don’t ever think you do

You don’t like me

But still you endure the things I do

But still you need me

For that food upon the table

Don’t ignore that

I know that love is just a fable –  may 20 2015

Cheers – Ronald Pudding

 

One thought on “So It Occurs to Me

  1. Well said ol’ Ronnie. Remember that Marilyn Monroe never understood J. Edgar Hoover either.

    An ogre of a soul she is.
    A hump upon her back up plan
    My soda pop has lost its fiz
    No hope I’ve got my back up man.

    Stone sober cold shower drink induced pain
    Stupor stock market forces pickled pig brain
    Holy rotten terror cell division by twos
    Hinckley von Stauffenberg Oswald Brewer Shoes

    Heartless hobbled harbinger
    A pepper spore to scorn my eye
    Welcome tears unwanted linger
    Of waste, of time, of hard done bys

    Cankered social intercourse breeds self captivity
    Apoplectic populists, the rising of the sea
    Fickle fragments flashing red necking on the beach
    Borrowed time lapsing into coma’s hallowed reach

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