I often think
Either women are crazy
To love us men
Or us men are geniuses
To make them love us
Man the destroyer
Man the warmonger
The power hungry
The source of untold violence
We are born wicked
And still they shower us
With kindness and kisses
If women had any sense
They’d stick to their own
Only giving us the time of day
When they want to breed
Women the nurturer
The life giver
The source of untold beauty
Oh how we trick them
Into giving us love
And I’m guilty
I want all the love
They have to offer
