Doesn't Need Her For A Wife

For the rest of her life He won't call her his wife, He might call her his mate or his girlfriend But, on that circumstance it will all depend. He doesn't need her as his spouse He already has her to cook and clean his house, And he don't need her to ever wed Because he always has her in his bed. His children don't need her as their mother Because they already have another, And she always combs or braids their hair And she always taxi's them happily here and their. He don't need to add her on his taxes He just need her when he relaxes, And for him she will always happily cook So, she will be allowed to use his checkbook. She doesn't have a job so, she never goes to work To sleep is her favorite perk, And happily she'll do his and his children's laundry She lives in a constant quandary. She reminds him of a loving dog wagging its tail So, he strokes her, so she won't cry or wail, And his real affection to her is known When excitedly from him she receives a bone. He'll use her as long as he can He calls her his woman, she calls him her man, And whatever he commands her she will always do And she will always say wantonly, "I love you". She will never be his bride Even after she proposed, he said no, then she cried, And he'll never give her his last name Manipulation and owning her is his favorite game. But, of course she knew the rules of the relationship sport So, she's happy as long as she don't have to go to court, Sadly when the right man finally came around Her desires and needs to the wrong man was bound. In thoughts one day I say that she will ponder Then after another decade of being unmarried she might wonder, She'll never be his queen, but he'll always be her king And he'll never give her love or a wedding ring. Randy L. McClave