David Lessard - Super odd.

Your back, just like a habit,
that I've tried years to stop;
you weren't content beneath me,
you wanted on the top.

To wear the pants and strut,
to have the final say;
but every time you talked,
your foot got in the way.

I was happy when you left me,
the stress of you was gone;
the bickering, the quarrels,
they just went on and on and on.

Without you, I had peace,
now you come groaning back;
cut out the whining wails,
and please, cut me some slack.

There can't be two alpha males,
forget it, your a broad!
and two similar attractions,
can make one super odd.

David Lessard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/super-odd/