I'd do anything for you my love,
so, she took him at his word;
the end result...emasculation,
(I know it sounds a bit absurd)
but she knew just how to play him,
with a withering phrase or glance;
and when the big decisions came,
it was her that wore the pants.
What he did for love was wrong,
for he chose to be inferior;
to become a wimp for his wife,
and to let her be superior.
Alas, he did nothing to excel,
nothing that made him prominent;
and he was castrated; mentally,
content, to let her be dominant.
In his pitiful role as husband,
he was unglued and then, undone;
as eventually, she rose up to be,
top Alpha dog, and number one.
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