Expectation...to me now,
This is just a dirty word.
When you expect a good damn day,
Life turns it into turds.
Don't ever count on others,
They will always let you down.
Even when they say they won't,
They do; on the low-down.
If your dumb enough to trust a man,
Don't even get me started,
My dogs the only male I trust.
The worst he's done, is farted.
Years ago, I wed my love,
He was treated like a king.
He gifted me: chlamydia,
A miscarriage, and beatings.
Just another expectation,
That I somehow had all wrong.
The next one came with broken bones,
Then I began to write this song.
Dumb as hell, I tried again,
With other nice young men.
"What a fucking waist of time",
I said, as I'd leave them.
By now, I've learned for 40 years,
The lessons stayed the same:
No matter how high women climb,
Men always play their game.
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