Housewife

A FRUSTRATED HOUSE WIFE
He comes home late almost every night
Cussing for nothing and wanting to fight
His clothes he always throws on the floor
And I have to pick them up even from the door

He have no right to treat me this way
It really hurts but he doesn't care
He is not the same man that I wed
When I wake up he is now coming to bed

His work is demanding and this is true
but can't he see I need attention too
Each day he comes home and does as he please
The weekends are mine ----only to be teased

At night his time is not spent with me
I stay with the children while he is free
Some men act as if they have the right
To keep a woman in constant plight

But a woman has feelings just like a man
and today is the day for my master plan
So now my husband the time has come
I am getting out and have me some fun

Feed the children and wash the wares
Your loving wife has shed her tares
When I come back a change I must see
Or to hell with your wants and authority

Copyright © 6- 6- 1977 by Michael Ramsay
All rights reserved

MY RIVAL THE TV SET
Each day I come home tired and hungry
And my wife is sitting watching TV
I haven't had a proper meal in years
Because of those stupid opera smears

Before she even wash her face
the TV is going to my disgrace
For a man who gives his wife the check
TV dinners is all I can expect

If it were not for the children and my call
I would have left and let her take a fall
I dare not ask what she has cooked
For the answer is there---no need to look

The fridge is stocked just for me
While she sit and watch her TV
When I reach home she is blind
With tears but she doesn't mind

Accusing me of things done on the set
And I haven't even reached the house yet
For me to get something decent to eat
I have to go to the store and buy the meat

Then come back home and prepare to cook
And she would have the nerve to look
It is even worst during the night
To get some loving it is always a fight

If she doesn't have her usual cramp
It's a headache or the air is damp
I have had it up to my neck
With the constant lack of respect
I am going to find me a nice lady
And to hell with my wife and her TV

Copyright © 7- 7-1977 by Michael Ramsay
All rights reserved

SOUL MATE
The first time I entered her door
She took me to heights never experience before
I was on my spiritual quest
while others were building a sexual nest
We seemed to have similar bridges to burn
with pain and sorrow and no way to turn
It was back in August of 1996
I was at Budget trying to harness
The slave incase in flesh
when I overheard a conversation
The receiver did not comprehend
I immediately took over
And discovered my true spiritual lover
She had interest like mine
Giving us the power to infiltrate the divine
Each day I look forward to our meet
With a hidden desire that quicken my feet
She must have felt the same
Our Spiritual meetings caused no shame
She captured my attention
And my soul exploded in motion

Copyright © 1-1- 2001 by Michael Ramsay All rights reserved

MOOD SWINGS
What do you see when you see me
Am I still your mate
Or is it too late
In your eyes I see confusion
You say it is concentration
On your face I see worry
You say it is the sign of money
What am I to do
You look like the flu
Mood swings, interesting things
This morning was full of pleasure
Until a word pull the trigger
Like a beggar one word out of place
Now I am a national disgrace
We were doing fine
Until you saw the time
You were resting, blessing, confessing
Now you are forgetting, stressing and dissing
Like a roller coaster
Our words straight out the sewer

Copyright © 3-17- 2003 by Michael Ramsay
All rights reserved

INSOMNIA
How long must I wait for you
My eyes burn my heart yearn
and my body is in turmoil over you
I am restless, I am taunted, I am haunted,
and I am sick from the absence of you
since I met you my life has never been the same
without your sweet honey blossom embrace
there is no life left inside this temple of mine
Please! Oh! Please come back to me
I am here in limbo going no where fast
If I could but hold you or lay in your
arms for one moment to gaze within
at your beauty as do a child
sweet lady come this hour and lay
your grace on my tired eyes so they may
close and put my frail body to rest
Oh sweet sleep come kiss me this night!

Copyright © 1996 by Michael Ramsay
All rights reserved

WILD THING
Why is it that you leave them wanting
Each time you encounter new or old desires
Nurturing the thought and a crazy burning
Despite the times your mind is on fire
You attract those with the same yearning

Mother nature between your recess
Animalistic behavior after your treasure
Universal beings wanting to hold or caress
Removing yourself from their constant torture
Either they are insecure stupid or possess
Eating of memories full of fire and pleasure
Never believing or hearing --seeking conquest

Lost in the throws of the mystique of your beast
Anointed with the gift of sensation in your head
Structured from deep within the cage of each feast
Herald by a passion to taste your juices and a need to be fed
Living only for the moment of a quick release
Earth, Wind, Fire and Water produces memories of you in bed
Yearning to recapture the mysteries of the long deceased

Copyright © 1996 Michael Ramsay
All rights reserved

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