I'm ok

too many fights and no turning back
endings later
now she says I’m ok
to her

and I'm the man she wants
beneath her bedsheets
when the winter comes

to make her beet juice
and meals while she's
out to work

to take her puppy for
a two corner walk
and let the fresh air join
his tiny lungs
and give him something to eat
or drink
or play with

and I'm ok
to her

just like no other man
could ever be

sex twice a day
nice cars to drive
fancy clothes and
bottles

no hard work
no putting up bosses
and tax collectors

and I'm ok
to her

all free of charge.