Contrarian

I once yelled at my mujer

for her habit of disagreement,

Which was not constructive,

was not thought,

not necessary,

but was perpetual.

Jesus, Fucking, un-Christian Christ!

Can a man be known wrong every goddamned time,

right off the bloody bat? I more or less inquired.

A gentleman might not have. 

Perhaps I was wrong.

However, I've seen them pecked to pieces.

An hombre needs room to express himself.