Advice
"It has been asked and asked again
By philosophers, commoners and kings
From primeval fall to a codeine brain
The question stays, for agony no wings.
Too ridiculous: I shall not shiver on
A roof without penthouse accommodation,
Nor care two hoots for the question
That rib just was not right for this situation.
I need a companion, friend, and lover
Not a cackling nag, or a full hormonal bag
Of nattering harassment, a complainer
Was not of my bone that now feeds the hag"
Poor man, what do tell this troubled soul
How truth so terrible comfort a frazzled friend
He is so out of his wit and without control
Truth will bring him closer to his tormented end.
Did not Yahweh, the designer, told a man
Whatsoever she say to you do it, and yet they
Got along as friends. To love your woman
Is the measure of your strength, and the day
You keep her happy from dawn to dusk
Is the measure of your manhood, and your trust
But endure here nattering peace to its husk
Is love stronger than iron, patience without rust.
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