the first one you had, left and is gone,

with all men, you think you’re through.

You think everybody wants you,

and have decided to except none,

stupid are the women who think like you do.

You say no man can be true,

but look what you have done, added tons,

with all men, you think you’re through.

"All Men," you say, should bow to you,

pay homage to your sagging buns,

stupid are the women who think like you do.

"Lose weight," people say to you,

and what’s called lard will be gone,

with all men, you think you’re through.

Fat is beautiful, is not true,

one heart attack and your done,

stupid are the women who think like you do,

with all men, you think you’re through.

CALDER WOLFE