You'll never figure it out Bro.

Oh Bro, you'll never figure it out.
Coming home late, yelling at the one who loves you most or not so.
Whistle? No, she ain't your dog. She's right there, just ask her. She won't bite.
Snap? OMG, you think she will work faster?

Dumb-ass her? or dumb-ass you? You are a donkey's ass, and shame on you
The screams, the moans, the outcomes from your wraths.
The slams, the sores, when will it ever be the last?
Your rage and pain, are making a dark, dark, dark, wretchedness.

You sit on your couch, and expect her to bow.
You laugh at the T.V., even the deaf can hear you now.
Back into your room, you ask "What are you good for?"
Sometimes you need to listen to your own heart.

Yay, you started to work, after 4-5 years of being a slum.
Don't rub in her face, what she has already done.
She is a person too, she does get tired.
She is not a prostitute or a maid you hired.

You say your child is sick, and we blame it on you.
For sure we do, because you are lazy and don't clean a dish or two.
Germs grow, as fast as your anger.
If you eat it, she'll get sick sooner or later.

Repeat, rewind, replay, everyday.
You'll never figure it out, Bro, you'll never figure it out.
You'll never change, you'll always be the same.
So get with the game, it's already the third quarter.
Shoot your gun, it'll only kill what is left.
but remember your actions have consequences, so own up to it.

VaiKang

I know I have no career in poetry writing, but I just thought i give it a try.