Don t yell at your wife, you sheep!

Don't yell at your wife, you sheep! Don't yell!
You don't build a house, a tyrant, don't be stupid!

Chance has rewarded you
A wonderful wife,
So don 't fight in the fall,
Don't spit.

Don't yell at your wife, ram, don't yell!

You came home drunk again.
Well, why does she need you like this? Well, why?

She was once courted by a short student,
She didn't appreciate him– he's the president now.
It's already hard for her –
So shut your mouth.

What a vile nature!
Where, brother, is your culture?
You're a rat yourself, you're a fool yourself
With a bullet in the head.
You're pretending to be an intellectual,
You love Proust and Chagall,
And you're yelling like a bouncer
In a dirty pub.

Who will love you,
Who will press it to your heart?
Who will feed, drink
And wipe the snot?
Who saves you from longing?
Who washes underpants and socks?
You're living a high life!
So why are you yelling?!

You live like some sheikh or shah.
Your Scheherazade pulls the house like a donkey.
Come on, get into her skin:
Sit on the chain,
Work as a slave,
Put on a burqa.
What, you don't want to, bro?
So close your fountain!

After all, she is like a flower, like a lovely petal,
Like a wonderful, like a lovely, amazing flower.
After all, she's a fucking flower!
After all, she's a damn petal!
Damn, wonderful, damn, adorable…
And you're a cactus, damn it, brother!

Even if she's wrong, don't yell,
And quietly so reproach, scold (well, like):
"You, my dear, are so beautiful,
In the whole world there is no better,
But you ran a red light,
You drove into a ditch,
Scratched the car…
Be careful, my light!"

And you tell her: "Honey,
I'm so proud of you.
We'll go to the bedroom with you,
Let's meet the new dawn.
You will see that in vain
You thought sex was terrible.
You'll see: he's beautiful…
I'm giving it to you!"

No, of course, not all men are savages,
But almost everyone, even a little bit, is ghouls.

I'll look at myself as soon as I look in the mirror in the morning,
So I say to myself for the hundredth time with shame:
"Don't yell at your wife, Don't yell at your wife,
Don't yell, don't yell, don't yell, don't yell
Don't yell at your wife, ram, don't yell!"


Рецензии
You'll see: he's beautiful…??
He is handsome!..or he is perfect!
Про мужчин beautiful не говорят... то значит 'голубой'...
а стихи - в точку!.. на жену орать нельзя!.. :)
Удачи!..

Георгиевна   26.12.2022 04:33     Заявить о нарушении