I am the man, I am the boss.
There is no need to shout it.
Men have the muscle and the brains,
And are more cunning with their wit!
When I was married four decades ago,
It was important knowing who was boss.
She’s never had to think twice.
My words weren’t on her lost.
When I vacuum the carpet,
I always do it my own way.
As I iron the laundry,
I block out what she has to say.
I fold our clothes the Army way,
It was fine for Uncle Sam.
I learned to do dishes on K P,
So what is her gripe with me?
I am the man, I am the boss.
There is no need to shout it.
Men have the muscle and the brains,
And often times we may flout it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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