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Prck Vs Btch

Ladies say he's just lazy; he needs to get a job, fellas say she's too crazy; she’ll scream then she’ll sob. He’s a man who's a man-hoe; messing around with all these girls, she's a flat out gold digger; simply in it for the pearls. Ladies complain he's insensitive; he needs to learn to care, fellas moan about her attitude; face her wrath if you dare. A bunch of baby momma drama, is that you will get from him, kids running around like a nursery, is that you'll find when she lets you in. She say's he doesn't make her feel special, and is contemplating the breakup, he replies that she's full of herself; looking like a clown with all that make-up. He lacks the ambition to ever do something with his life, she's just plain heartless to ever be considered as a wife. He keeps looking at her friends; acting like he's going to make a move, she's already had his brother, so there's nothing left for her to prove. Girls say he's single minded; he's only after one thing, boys say she's a lead along; they call her pretty string. They never have a shape up; always looking rough with their nappy hairs, they always have a weave on; bet they ain't even sure what hair is theirs. Women say they hold their nose; he doesn't know basic hygiene, men say they're appalled; looking at the love handles pouring out of them jeans. He's merely a grown boy, who doesn't know a thing about chivalry, she acts like a brat, always expecting him to the give out his currency. She can't believe he's a momma's boy; 25 still living at the home, he's shocked by her expenditure; caught buying shoes with her loan. These are not the facts but the stereotypes, when women are considered cold, and men are painted in prison stripes. Pr!ck vs B!tch For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk

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