Profoundly Bored

Profoundly Bored

We both are, wouldn't you be?
She with her job and my sex drive,
Me with a dream of the hunting male;
When all I need to get my meat,
Is to walk round the supermarket.

In the wild I'd starve, meanwhile she cries
As she sees herself as convenience food.
Good to the last, she offers a favourable
Separation. If only I could ...

Date mostly written: 1992