Wife

Why do I need a wife Why do I need that strife, Do I need that worry or stress From the person wearing a skirt or a dress. Of course I don't know how to buy clothes Or what colored shirt with my shoes goes, But, I know how to use a washer and a dryer And I know how to use an air fryer. I know how to pay my bills And not to waste my money or worthless thrills, And I can go to bed anytime that want day or night Never not worrying about a fight. I can leave my house a complete disaster Because in my house I am the only master, I never hear screams to pick up this or to pick up that And never do I need to hunt down a bug or a gnat. I watch what I wanna watch on tv I don't have to worry about making someone else happy, And another happy thought for my soul I have a fully charged remote control. I don't need a woman to talk to And I don't need a woman unto who I would say I do, The only baggage that I worry about is my own I'm happy and at peace living alone. I don't need someone to tell me what to do or say Or me to ask them continuously are they okay, I have been hurt and cut deeper by rife That was wielded by woman to whom I once called wife. Randy L. McClave