Mr. Can'T Fix It Poem by Bebai Rosa

A woman is.. to have and to hold
Not to reshape, rebuild or mold
Because of this men loose their place
Relationships like these are such a waste

You can't re-invent the woman or the wheel
Her place is at your side, not under your heel
You constantly wash her with history baths
And you're baffled why the union won't last

You bind her with chain of insistence
In turn you meet with constant resistence
In arrogance you think a woman will date you
The truth of the matter is all women hate you

Too much drama and you need to quit it
The road jack, you need to hit it
You're ammonia/bleach you shouldn't mix it
The damage is done and you can't fix it