This is about men who are always talking about how really sexy
they are, how they really are so passionate, how they really
got to have it, how they really love women.
It's called Lovers.
When I hear men boast about how passionate they are,
I think of two cleaning women at a second story window watching
a man coming back from a party where
they had lots of free beer.
He's running in and out of buildings looking for a toilet.
My Lord, the first woman says, that fellow down there surely
does love architecture.
It's a mean poem but it's true.