Abuse

Some men water gardens
That never ever grow
Other men find bargains
Some men grieved to sow

What makes a woman trust
In barren hands a miss
While others with their fuzz
Don't care to be called Mrs.

Drunkards find the faithful
Sluggards find the gentle
Some women aren't  grateful
Even if on mantels

Some women rule the roost
Slandering while they can
Girlfriends giving them boost
Till the abuse turns cant

An honest man turned void
A rough born for mayhem
Disqualified destroyed
Where another finds him

Good fruit grows in bad fields
Bitter leaves in fences
What well groom women build
Neither ghettos cleanses

Men are not without fault
Stepping over the mild
Busting curves cause the halt
The question is the child