There’s no such thing as men these days—just boys.
Their records all come with an asterisk.
They’re always passing people up for toys.
They play Monopoly instead of Risk.
They think that showing up wins them First Prize.
Crazy'll tempt them so much more than sane’ll.
They swear you’re not an object in their eyes,
And then they dump you when you won’t do anal.
They act like Love is one big target range:
They lose unless they put a bullet through it.
They think that if they promise you they’ll change,
They never have to follow through and do it.
If you want boys, they’re just your cup of tea.
But if you want a man, come sit by me.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells