Breadwinner Poem by pooja sri

"Ha, typical guy" screeched the stout man
"such a sober", scowned the bartender
"Couldn't you be any better", mocked his mistress
"Do you even fit here anymore", yelled his gaffer
"you sure this marriage isn't a mistake", frowned his wife
"dad, I know what I am doing "insulted his teen son
Between all this chaos, he fuddled,
that's when a little puddle wet his corners
he couldn't do anything, but,
Just to REMINISCE!