The Men are In Love

[itsjessme]

Yesterday while in a bus, I got to overhear a man on the phone with his love, Sandra, as he assured her that he loved her and would never wrong her. At that same time we drove by a man sitting on a bench holding flowers and from that emerged these words:

The men are in love
and they're walking down the street
Speaking pretty words and carrying flowers in their hands

Gentle lions that they are
Sons of Atlas and of Zeus
Whose achilles heels have been cut, by cupid's mastery in aim

Oh how these men are so in love, as they're running down the streets
Stumbling by with their weak knees
But with strong convictions in their heads

Yes these men are in love
and they are courting dames in modern towers
loving their Rapunzels with fake extensions
And their Snow Whites in tanning booths

Emancipated Cinderellas
Who prefer to date a beast
and who all make great sleeping beauties
(as they smudge their make up on their sheets)

Yet the men are in love
with their little mermaids in their beds
and mermaids they are
and mermaids they’ll stay

The men are in love
and blind
and tamed
and good

Becausse,

Everyone enjoys the sight of the vulnerable patriarch in love