Being a man

So you would like to be called 'A man',
But in your house, you don't 'lift a hand',
Only to raise them at your wife,
To release the frustration you have in your life.

When you're responsible for the financial crisis in your home,
With your inability to achieve something you own,
You never accomplished anything at fifty,
Because you keep running to impress some 'hippi'.

Your family is suffering to make ends meet,
While you drive around the town as a 'dead beat',
A nasty attitude and a 'foul' mouth with no action,
But you're speaking of things you do in your imagination.

When your wife cooking ask for seasoning,
You run to the back and 'dig up' some 'dried thing',
Saying you're 'broke' and don't have the time,
Only to find out you were planning 'a lime',
At somebody's house having a time,
While your house is empty and you don't have a dime.

Not even a clock to to call it your own,
That's why you never have the time to provide in your home.
Your two teenage boys just left school,
And achieved more in a year than 'half a century' old you.

So miss me with the fact 'you think' you're a man,
For your egotistic imagination,
To claim that title you must be responsible,
And not act like a boy who's not able.

Everytime you touch something you destroy,
When you're acting out like a little boy,
Mashing up the toilet, the pipe and the fan,
But trying to convince me 'You are a man'.

You have mice running in and out your house,
while you run around proving you're the louse.

When you were 'down and out' and didn't have a work,
Your wife pulled her weight and proved what she was worth,
She worked so hard and provided so much,
Whilst your biggest decision was what movie to watch.

Now you got blessed with an opportunity,
With a car you can work as a taxi,
But instead you give thanks and grow as a man,
You start to use it to 'run down woman'.

And when you were sick and thought you were dying,
Where were all the people you were busy impressing?
It's your wife and the home you chose to neglect,
The very same ones you call out for help.
And the same friends you claim make you laugh,
And give you the comfort you think you lack,
Well I don't see any of them around,
But I can guarantee you are 'the joke of the town'

So next time you want to use the title,
Make sure you're acting more responsible,
Check yourself because your time's running out,
And it's better you learn what being 'A man' is about.
And buy a clock while you're at it,
So you can learn what to do with the time you have left.