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