Contrarian

I once yelled at my mujer

for her habit of disagreement,

Which was not constructive,

not thought,

not necessary,

but perpetual.

Jesus, Fucking, un-Christian Christ!

Can a man be known wrong every goddamned time,

he opens his mouth? And right off the bat! I inquired.

A gentleman might not have. Perhaps I was wrong.

But I've seen them pecked to pieces.

An hombre has to express himself.