Men's Pride

Because you are caught in the net Of your vows and promises you get, You want us too in your predicament. An eternal capture and encampment. No, i only fall in love not in engagement. To my granny who spat vile in her speech, Each time i visit her she turns eager to preach Imploring me to marry in her witful beseech As if she has nothing else to teach. Granny, i will marry when i want or i will marry and cheat. To my friends whom i dressed best as they played groom, You betrayed the culture i will remain with the broom. Matrimony wasnt my idea, i wonder where you got that from. Mine was to make snares for loose prey which seldom roam. In their petticoat you captured you seldom stroam. To God, forgive me and may your peace abide In my heart and may your angels guide me In my persuit of casting my nets wide To find unconjugated maid i wish to turn bride. For a vow made to a virtuous lady is a man's pride. Poyetik enej