Uppity Women

My perfect woman is light-skinned with dimples,
But it's hard to find the right one,
Because most of those "perfect" women out there,
Will quickly give you a shun.

Uppity women feel like their attention is priceless,
You have to have a fat wallet,
Because if you are the average Joe,
She'll ignore you completely, and withdraw it.

When approaching these women, you have to be smart,
You can only say what's right,
Because one slip up, or one wrong turn,
And she'll offer you no delight!

With uppity women, you have to be rich,
You have to own a business,
Because if you try to make a joke while broke,
She'll stare you down like you are delirious. 

These high class women require so much,
To please them everyday.
You have to spend thousands on shopping, hundreds on make-up,
And with me there is no way!

I refuse to spoil my woman too much,
Cause if they don't get it all, they'll kill,
I bet you that if you tell her no,
She'd go out of her way to steal!

Because uppity women are spoiled rotten,
They are far from being saved,
They never respect hard workers,
And in relationships they don't behave.

They must have their shoes, they must have their clothes,
They must have their little pooch,
They require a guy who treats her like royalty,
If not, then soon they'd mooch.

These women don't ever have to work hard,
Their bodies are their occupation,
They strut their stuff, in their own world,
Rejecting swift relations.

These women require a lot of work,
A position most men can't fill,
I would never give these women the time of day,
Cause I'm middle-class, and that's just real!

Why waste my time on a woman as such?
Who requires so much standard?
I know I'm not rich enough for her,
And if I tried, I'd just be slandered.

I like a woman who's confident, 
But would give any guy a try,
Because you never know who God has for you,
An average Joe might be your perfect guy.

Love comes in all shapes and sizes,
In unexpected places they lie,
So to all those uppity women out there,
The details of this poem you should apply.

Cause I may not be rich, or own my own business,
But I have dreams that will be achieved.
I may end up super wealthy,
But your conceitedness made our chances bereaved.