Yepsy

She spoke of things That may have been Troubling him He looked at her And cried Yet might I do those Things with you I will be As wrong as She is for making Me trouble Am I less a man That I am faithful I am worthless And made villian of That I must respond To her ways She begged him To love that She might not Speak of her as A punk. His refusal made Her curse about him In conversations Might make it Harder for him to Rebound and be Happy, she. Speaks Of him as a punk. He hears her words Thru the gossip of Strangers and Says only a Woman can love Me these souls Are twerps who Speak slang to Gossip, And thinks making Men weak through Surpression Strengthens their Cause. Causes which are Undefined and are Socailly unproductive