Desires

What have I to do with women?
Do I really need them?
Can I afford to need them?

What’s the benefit of women?
Is there profit in them?

But I sense some satisfaction from women.
There’s a certain satisfaction that is felt,
Just from being around them.

But somehow the longer I’m with them,
The more this satisfaction turns to irritation.
Why?

I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because that the longer I’m around women
I see them for what they really are…

People!
What! Women are people?
That’s disappointing, that shatters my ideals.

Ideally, women are glamorous.
Ideally, women are shy.
Ideally, women are cuddly.

Ideally, women are smart.
Ideally, women are sweet.
Ideally, women are worthy of much honor.

But if women are people,
Then women are like me!
So much for ideals.

If women are like me, they’re arrogant!
If women are like me, they’re proud!
If women are like me, they’re stupid!

If women are like me, they’re perfectionists!
If women are like me, they’re lazy!
If women are like me, they’re liars!

What have I to do with women?
I can’t afford to need them.
What I need are ideals!

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