I would like something clean, comfortable—

something nice.

I’m tired of the dis-ease, of mismatched dates,

and of sexual tension.

I’m tired of feminists who dictate our equality

and then make me pay for dinner.

I’m tired of brats, or greenies for whom I do

not suffer enough—

I want, I want, I want . . .

something simple,

with no hang-ups,

no rules, just me,

and her— Let her keep what she is. Let me be me.

And let us be ourselves . . .

together.