The PMS Lounge and the Concept

It is madness, sheer utter madness...

 

I knew I should steer clear and wide,

but instead- crazy thought in my head-

I thought I’d chance it, this encounter with madness,

I was feeling adventurous and alive…

 

The sign said “Lounge”, innocent enough,

but I knew with one quick glance inside

it was no ordinary lounge-

and if I entered I could lose my hide…

 

So I walked in!

Oh, their burning, unforgiving critical eyes-

I straight-way knew what that was from-

that burning passion,

that hell-bent passion

that just cannot be kept inside…

 

You see, some abuse it, tease it, use it

until the eyes are tearful, crying,

the hurt and pain, then crazy-insane

all the while deep down dying…

 

So there I was, the object of,

the symbol of their deep-down scorn,

wrenching out unwanted passions,

love, so easily taken, given;

abused enough by the abusers-

never forgotten, never forgiven

who toy with passion's dynamite.

 

I feigned innocence, which did not last-

for how could anyone be so blind?

I tried understanding, but I was the enemy-

just being there warped both space and time…

 

Words, yes, words, might be the answer-

words that take some thought to rhyme,

but I knew they would not hear them-

“Is he available or is he taken?”

would occupy their fevered minds…

 

Perhaps if I casually pretended

that I was on a business errand

other than my deeper goal

of understanding the female mind-

a candy vender, a lightbulb bender-

but woe to me if I’m caught a pretender

and judged there as one heartless soul…

 

Hey! I know! It’s one-on-one-

if for just one girl I have come-

they’ll all join in their favorite game-

clouds will lift, rains drift away,

their crazy maddening moods will pass,

I will be accepted at long last-

a symbol of hope in love-torn places

that they'd each have a guy to adore their faces-

one on one, one for each;

yes... that concept is not too beyond me…

 

Well, all adventures have their price,

so before entering a lounge, think once, then twice

about romantic games you play-

think one-on-one and you’ll be safe;

fool around, like one girl is not enough

and trust me, boy, life will be tough-

I believe that lesson has been versed

in every book writ since the first…

 

So there it is, my price is paid-

gaining one, yes, just one, 

to share life’s dulls, share life's funs,

share its fears, frightening unknowns,

happy, sad, and mixed-up emotions,

communicating to preclude strife;

and if a new beauty catches my eye-

and believe me, one will, for I’m a guy-

I must rescind, and be content that I

might meet her in another life.

 

This one? It's filled with whatever it is

that girls manage to fill it with...