Put up With my Shit
All the spiders
Living or dead
In my flat
Must think I'm all that
Maybe I could find a woman to love me instead
I don't mean enough to give me head
I mean a woman
Not afraid of my silence
My emotional infidelity
My poverty
My laziness
My odour
My lack of tidiness
My loquaciousness into the late night
That sexually I blow hot and cold
And sometimes just bizarre
That sometimes I go too far
Sometimes not far enough
That I'm far from a saint
And sometimes play a little rough
I could go on all night
I really don't want to fight
If there was a woman who could put up with all my shit
And who I fancied a bit
And trusted a lot
Then there might be a chance
Maybe we could dance
Povey 2013