Your wife deserves to be abused,
Until she can no longer stand;
For she is beneath your worth,
And should follow your command.
The blood that flows inside her,
Is unequal, sad and weak;
She has no rights at all,
How dare she even speak?
This is how you see her,
Like pathetic cowards do;
But, your childish mind and vision,
Is warped and so untrue.
You think women are inferior,
Or, is that to mask your fears?
For I know they can do anything,
And have been doing so for years.
I pity you for what you are,
But, you're right, she's not the same;
That woman that you degrade and hit,
Is unequal to your shame.
And she may think she's stuck with you,
While you think you wear the pants;
But, I'll be there when you raise a hand again,
And I promise you, we'll dance.
