A masculine mind and his macho eyes Take more and more interest In the secret world Of feminine heart and mind; He reads, rereads and then unreads Whatever he reads Along the straight feminine lines Nicely drawn out with her zigzag jigsaws But he fails to decipher, The unintelligibility of the secret Hidden behind every drop Of joyous tears or her torturous fears...
He reads everything much better In between the elusive and illusive lines-- Crossing the line of the world Of his own mind Galloping with his heart-horse; His inability of senses To get right at the right butt and bottom Makes it much more engrossing That creates more curiosity In his peeping eyes, Staring through surges of urge and hunger...
Curiosity kills the curious crow But he remains alive to flesh of naked bones...
