They claim to know beauty, see where it lies,
Yet never look under any woman’s hood,
Boat load hooked by the corners of our eyes;
Men can’t tell apart eating and being food.
Their frailty for women they fail to hide,
Barricade themselves and christen whores yet
Agree to be eaten where their heart’s tied,
This place, where all women ride, they find threat.
What dost thou to men’s eye, thou blind love fool?
A woman’s appetite for one man saves,
To feast on him until he is a stool;
A path to ultimate power love paves.
Swish, to turn any old man into a fish
You require but one solitary wish.