“I call this”

 I call this the blues

I’m on the market and I think I’ve been emotionally abused

I don’t know the symptoms

I’m looking for a Grandmother to give me some golden wisdom

My wife and I have sex once a month

Can’t maintain a steady rhythm

She says I’m not romantic

I do all the cooking and cleaning

At least be understanding

I think I’m damaged or in the process of being

I’m in a nightmare because this is the work of demons

She’s God fearing but I’m clogging up the sink with my semen

The seed been planted

I’m watering the thoughts of cheating, brainstorming leaving

In a storm, it must be my season

No rain wear

Cold house, we have on coats and eating Reindeer

My dear, Earth to my dear

This is about sex

This is going to make us the laughingstock here

Excuse me, I’ve meant you

The next female is going to see that and will give me so much that I’ll need a month to regroup

I just want to screw so you can get screwed

I’m your Philips Head

But you want me to take my tool to another woman bed

OMG, SMH

That’s why I love Little Debbie

She wants me to have her cakes.