Some women won’t take No for an answer;
they come at you -- piranhas of loving --
cold sharks circling, but I ain't’ no dancer;
I spike the punch bowl and drink, girls shoving
their way towards me, want a piece of me.
Moms in foster homes who’d shake my being
with their nurture hugs and not set me free.
Sometimes couldn’t believe what I’m seeing.
At uni, while they tortured the male gaze
throughout history, the girl across smiled,
the girl next my sad knee with hand did graze.
I sat erect and terrified, beguiled.
Freud’s hysterical nymphos chase me now;
ghosts down the corridors of mad dreams -- Wow!