The married cheater
But my tired eyes
From which everyone runs
It is no fault of my
But no matter what am fine
Since the early spring of may
That my mama born me this way
I never cease searching
Though my eyes are hurting
Oh there she is
How come I miss
I knew I would find her
Even if she is alone with no men
She is the married woman
With no honor
Today she leans against a wall
I hope she doesn't fall
But your guess is as good as mine
Perhaps we should meet up and dine
She sees no shame
Only if she knows that is the brother to fame
And she looks for excuses
Even if the society refuses
To cover up her failures
From every corner and areas
If he doesn't satisfy you leave
For he does not deserve to be heave
Like a pack of cake cement
That freezes with no intention to ferment
But then the society steps in
With his cruel and mean look
Acting as an immediate mediator
That works tire sly as a generator
Never stop criticizing women
And hailing crazy men
For the same crime and sin
Never scratching off it fin
That propels instability
Missing by inch civility
Unfaithfulness is a disgrace
But who cares, cos it is now a race
Even I a bird know that
But then