Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete