The Secrets Of Men

We are deep rivers, Concealed in shallow layers of skin, We take all that women give us, And hide it within. On the catwalk of ego we wear the persona you sold us, And like dogs remember every good and bad thing you've told us. Some of us own 2 SIM cards that sometimes we switch, So that we still have a lover when you're being a bitch. We know your menstrual cycle like the TV guide, Thats when we go to the Pub and hide. We feel envy when you apply foundation, We pinch your moisturizer on every occasion. We cringe with embarrassment when you park the car, Or tell us we've had too much to drink at a crowded bar. But how we love the smell of your hair, Watching you get ready to go out, and seeing what you'll wear. Our friends inform us if they see you talking to other guys, We are Men; we are insecure but always wise. During lovemaking, and holding you gently, We study your groans of dubious pleasure intently, If you contract and perspire we are victorious, If theirs just the noise we are failures. We are Men, we are boys, we are apes who miss our caves, And the secrets of men will be buried with us in our graves.