Men are more trouble than they're worth.
They're a walking disaster from the moment of birth,
They never do the right thing at the right time or place,
Yet the card they are holding is always the ace,
They always bite off more than they can chew,
And lovingly hand the remainder to you,
They're a pain and a worry and go one step too far,
They like drinking, fast women, and faster still cars,
They argue and insist that they're always right,
Yet expect your support if they start up a fight,
I love them and hate them, they're all just as bad,
The one thing they're good at is driving me mad.
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