Our Problem.

Civilization is a husband
and humanity is a wife.
A cuck husband, civilization.
She's carrying on with society,
culture and sometimes (shhh!)
religion behind his back, while he
tippy-taps on hookup sites, seeking
ego relief and assurance from tarts
and sluts such as the masses, the populace
- the majority and the minority (fantasy
three-way that) - a lot of the hush
hush monkey business going on
is outright gay - and on the outskirts
of it all lurk the sullen and skittish
conspiracy freaks and maladroit outcasts
- friends of the couple, know the whole
scoop and bruit it about in loud
accusation for all to hear and laugh
at them - well, wouldn't you?

Combative, conspicuously unhygienic,
zoning out repugnant and unloved
- but nice, they insist. And punished
for it. The problem?
Love,
sex, romance
and trust, you name
it, we got a problem. Problem
for someone. Well,

I say
if there's no solution, it
isn't a problem. Go
to counseling
seek help,
guys,

it's about time
to try some better fit on
for shits, giggles or just
sighs.