Recipe of Rejection

The ease is wonderment
For women in the game
Yes and no, no and yes
Choices and no pain

It should be so they say
Simple, clean, divine
No risk of rejection
No ego on the line

So easy, yes, I must agree
Men served on porcel'n plates
Delicate fingers picking over
What painted eyes will rate

Pigs with wide mouths stuffed
Passion in their throats
Fat flanks of billfolds
From which to cut a roast

True connoisseurs among them
Seek the subtler meat
Ego braised in forlorn hope
Fried with disdain's heat

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2002