I KNOW WHAT MEN ARE

I know what men are.

Men drink and are routinely unfaithful,
Can't see beyond the ends of their dicks,
Have faces like hams and wrinkled cardboard
And are bold, sweaty and frightening -

I know what men are.

Men drive fast cars,
Like motorbikes,
Will kill for the sake of twopence,
Shoot off their mouths,
Fart, bellyache and grumble.

I know what men are.

Men are insane,
Out of control,
Vicious,
Vainglorious.

No no no no !

I know what men are.

Men don't buy the magazines that say these things,
Don't go down to the pub for another mindless drink,
Can even (apparently) occasionally think !

I know what men are.

Men cuddle babies,
Can stand up for themselves in fights
(With their wives)
And sometimes win.

Men are prepared to challenge preconceptions
Misconceptions
Adulterated thinking.
Men will go the extra mile
(And not always on a motorbike, though sometimes it helps).

Men
Like to be cuddled
Caressed
And have loving, faithful sex.

Men like emotions.

They like the crisp leaves of autumn.

Cats.

Machines.

The sky.

Stars.

Buildings.

Women.

Love.

Fishing.

Being.

Staying at home.

Men are not monsters.
I know what men are.

Men like to be involved,
They like passion and commitment.

They like fun, and horsing around
(Though not necessarily horses.)

Men like little children (and not always to eat).

They know how to change nappies,
Tell a story,
And create dreams.

Men are brilliant !

I know what men are.

Oct. 2001