my friend's marriage proposal

He spoke
Goading me on his success
In his new relationship
I shyed away from my own ineptitude
Within this love affair
Worried i will always be alone.
And so i helped him to another beer
And continued to broach the subject
With pride and respect.
He ducked the challenge
When i asked for a cigarette.
So, i said,
I'm brown bread, dead in the head.
That's what you said?
'Yes! he cried.
'Fine,
I had given up.
'But do you love her?'
He shrugged and held his tin tight.

Because i am sure,
She will put hair on your chest...
And a hole in your arse!