"Bitch, give me back my rib!"
I overheard a man say of his love
A love lost by his claims of her infidelity
of her scheming, deceiving, of her push to shove
He was of course referring to when God
made Eve, out of Adam’s side
producing his equivalent, a form fitting glove
Has it really come to this, such
put downs, peace I say between the two
an olive branch on the beak of a dove