Getting lucky or what aug 25, 2012

  

men don't pick women

 women pick men

an old girlfriend once told me

it took me this long to realize

 just how true this is

 after all that has happened

our poet who picks and chooses

 me him her or someone else

here in our office

 or in the neighborhood bar

from which she brings home

 the man she's scheduled for the night

we don't ever decide

who we get to make love to

 she does and tells us

we’re the lucky ones

and should be grateful

when she chooses

 me or him or someone else

and how we ought to be happy

for being selected

and getting lucky

even if it is for only a day

 or a night

we ought to have appreciation

she thinking us Worthy

and I suppose

I do hating to have it all out of my hands

 feeling just a bit like a kid

playing musical chairs

ending up with any chair

 to sit in when the music stops

now all these months later

 I wonder did I really get lucky

or did I merely get a taste

 of something sweet

 which only makes me want more

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