That's a nice little limerick. You earned a follow.

Don't bash the women with some cushion,
to me that's just more padding for the pushing.
You're right though, they'll eat the pudding
instead of getting on their knees for the wooding.
I guess we all have our gripes,
but hey, that's just life.
You gotta earn your stripes
through a lot of strife.

My love language is money,
though I wouldn't mind a bit of honey
to sweeten up the deal.

Lol

It's like that. Sometimes honesty ain't the best policy.

At the end of the day, you either work a job or you're starving on the street. You can love a job all you want, but you're still on a leash put on you by society, and a job is the bare minimum to participating in that society.