i don't need no good for nothing man

the purple

haired lady next door with a nose

ring

and nineteen visible

tattoos,

on Ozempic,

tells me that she doesn't need

a man.

i don't need no good for nothing

man.

i can do whatever

they can do,

and do it better.

although i see on the street,

parked outside her door,

the fire trucks

and plumbers

the electricians,

the paramedics

and roofers arriving daily to

bail her out of trouble.

nearly all men.