For years, I’ve thought it was all the men’s fault;
They couldn’t settle down and make a life.
Early today, a thought made my mind halt,
None of these three really wanted a wife.
The Poet, Actor, and Imagineer,
Were anarchists with mad lives unstable.
But I tried to cling out of female fear,
None of us should have come to the table.
I hate that I lacked the basic courage,
To know when to laugh and then move along.
And taken my talents out of storage,
And concentrated on my woman’s song.
Wild men children are not meant to be wed.
And neither was I, let the truth be said.