Sometimes my wife makes me so angry.
Well, that’s how she causes me to feel anyway.
Surely if reality were somehow different I would have twigged onto the transference
trap she is constantly laying for me but no, my life partner is far too cagey
to be caught out this way. Instead, she plots and connives to sidetrack
and direct a good majority of my thoughts and I can tell through
some fancy extrapolation that her ultimate goal is to control
me bodily as well but I’ll be damned if I’ma gonna stand
by to allow that to happen. I rule this roost and if
people don’t like it they can abrevi-debate it
with the wrath of Barry (which will hope
fully negate having to come unglued
on their arses) but don’t, for the
love of Pete, raise your voice
or hackles in a threatening
manner or the shitestorm
you’ll unleash will make
my marriage mate’s antics
appear pansy-ass by comparison.
Thank you, friend.
This here is a man’s world. Case you don’t know…