Men! They’re unpredictable
and I don’t have the heart
to play the little games they play
just to have it torn apart.
They’ll take you on a short joy ride,
destination none.
Making rules up as they go
is their idea of fun.
They’ll treat you like a princess,
but soon you wish them cursed
when they’ve got you where they want you
with those lines, so well rehearsed.
And then (purely by accident)
when you make a social call
you meet your opposition,
but you’ll never meet them all!
There’s one thing I don’t understand
and that is why do we
play their games and act the fools
that they want us to be?
Ah yes, we all have been there
at least a time or two.
I think the best solution
is to tell ’em to get screwed!
(… and not by you)
© 1978 HSE
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