Some women make me feel assigned
to pointless road trips without maps.
They want me near, then change their mind,
affairs first climax, then collapse.
Tall blonde Amelia was so rude:
she kissed but mocked my measly shape,
and distance-learning, cold Gertrude
belittled me and called me “Ape”.
“Boring sod” is what Fran said,
throwing my clothes into the street,
while Holly laughed at me in bed
and Jill was known to lie and cheat.
Amelia, Sue, Fran, Holly, Jill,
each one of them once crossed my path,
but as we neared the smallest hill,
fake love became real wrath.