Most
men are the kind who would say
Why
buy a cow that would with you stay
When
you can get regular milk for free
For
from commitments they would like to be free
But
times have changed and it’s the women who say
Why
buy a pig that would with you forever stay
When
all you need is just a sausage so wee
For
the commitment is really not worth it; as they see
They
see Men differently; Men to them are mere laxatives
And
they wouldn’t want any thing to do with their relatives
For
they just irritate them with all their stinking crap
And
appear to be just another kind of deadly trap
They
see Men today as Bananas so ripe
And
definitely do not want to tolerate their tripe
For
the older they continue to ripen and grow
They
soften and are not strong enough to furrow
Men
to them today do appear like the weather
Unpredictable
and uncertain as always and forever
They
find that nothing can be done to change them
And
therefore are unable to believe them
Men
today appear to be like chocolate bars
Their
manhood has just become a farce
They
are so sweet and so smooth in their lips
Only
adding weight to the women around their hips
Men
of today have become one minute commercials
Advertising
their wares without enough credentials
You
just can’t believe a word they promise or say
And
all that women can do is just simply pray
Men
today promise security like government bonds
Plunging
many a woman into suicidal ponds
For
they never know when such bonds would mature
Or
how much dividend they can expect when they retire
Men
are similar to the mascara of today
Costlier
than what you may claim or say
But
at the first notice of any kind of emotion
They
just run all over the place causing commotion
Men
today have become mere Popcorn
Eaten
at movie intervals and then become a con
For
they satisfy the women only for a while
And
leave them hungry for more than a smile
Men
have become just another snowstorm
You
never know if they are coming and where from
Women
don’t know how many inches they will get
Or
how long it will last before they get wet
Men
today are being looked at as a parking spot
A
place to stop before your engine turns hot
While
all the good men are taken and completely occupied
And
what remains are the bays which leave women unsatisfied
Therefore
I request you, my dear men of today
To
change tracks and begin to see the light of day
For
if not women would tend to prefer lesbianism
And
you would remain the hub of all criticism
P.S.: Don't forget that I too (the author of this poem) am a Man and all these attributes must fit me as well when seen from the standpoint of a Woman
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