Women

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