A Few Good Men - Part 1

Now so hard to come by
So few good men
‘Coz so slanted
Have the scales tilted.

So much love wasted
Too much energy dissipated
But, why my dear, oh why
Have you grown so cold
Snoring by night
Disappear in the misty morning
Me so lonely in the evening twilight.

Ah, my friend
Don’t you realize
Love is just a conspiracy
“Ain’t nothing in it for me, sir
Just exasperation and heartaches.”

One lady friend once told:
“Most good men are taken,
Others are either too young
Or too senile and old,
And those remains are mostly
Jerks and weirdoes.”