Prayers of the Husband
Dear Lord, I've scored!
With the wishes you've granted it's the girl I adored
and adore, what a whore! She'll do anything to keep me afloat.
My once-shipwrecked boat now soars through her throat.
Clean like a whistle thats blown on the daily
and kept above two shaved rugs that once-snugged my Israelis.
Well, okay she's so great! Soft spoken and broken
like a wild horse thats now tamed, and believe me, she has no mane.
I've seen it all, against a wall, anytime I call, she'll ball, and she bawls
like a girl! Like a bitch, and when she gives me lip I give it right back
not with words but a smack to her back, or her front just to stun her little stunts.
She thinks the world of me now so I pray to you somehow to keep her safe from others
who might wish her harm! No this girl won't be threatened when under my arm.
The seeds I planted then I now farm and with charm and a smile like a tiger
with eyes like lighters and teeth that may fight her, but never bite her.
If I scratch, if she bleeds, my intentions we clean! Don't think I sound whiny
I'm just tired of climbing through hoops to feel good again so I'm praying to
give wood again and flood the forest that isn't there and put back just some pulled out hair.
Isn't that fair? She's my girl, she's my world and I deserve all I get.
So give me the best, or she'll live to regret it.
