for woman, from man

A wonderful friend of mine wrote this little poem at random last night to cheer me up, and it made me laugh so much I had to post it. He would also like to mention that if any woman friends are suitably impressed, his email is available on request...

(Abridged - he gives up on the rhyming at some point)

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Despair for the little man

but be happy for him also

he does not feel your deepest pain

he's all clogged up in his torso

he has five or six childhood traumas

that he's yet to unpeel
so he takes them out on you
day by day
so with them he shall not deal

he can't, you see, understand
and not all of it makes sense
that some things hurt and were done to him
without the best intent

he's hurting and avoiding
just to make you see
that all that you could do for him
is to love him
let him be...

His dick, my dear, is up his own arse
Freud was right
We are quite
Attached to Mother's breast

He'll get through it though, by and by,
When he comes to understand
He was not born to be a son
But his very own man

[I think it changes once you have kids
I don't know
I've also seen fathers quite like little boys.]

A word for men at the end
You women must understand
The weight of your failed expectations
Crushes
As surely as our lack of understanding of your needs
Does to you.

So be kind
And patient
And hope that maybe, maybe we'll get there in the end
.