Women Want Fighters for Their Lovers

Women don’t want wistful
mushy pathetic young men
struggling in doubtful embraces
then trying again.

Mushy and treacherous, tiny
Peterlets, Georgelets, Hamlets
Tomlets, Dicklets, Harrylets, whiney
Jimlets and self-sorry Samlets.

Women are sick of consoling
inconsolable youth, dead-beat;
pouring comfort and condoling
down the sink of the male conceit.

Woman want fighters, fighters
and the fighting cock.
Can’t you give it them, blighters!

The fighting cock, the fighting cock —
have you got one, little blighters?
Let it crow then, like one o’clock!