Better Use Your Periscope

Now that she’s gone aren’t you so glad

She reduced you to thinking she was the best you ever had

You’re the White Knight with the rusty sword going mad

The world is stuck in reverse for all the Sir Galahads,

In the beginning you thought you scored

Ironically for a woman so easily bored

You’re outnumbered by the feminist hoard

Initially she convinced you that you were adored,

Your world now is simply a slippery slope

Devoid of sensuality, fidelity, and hope

If you express disillusionment just tell it to the Pope

Hidden beneath the surface better use your periscope,

You’re living in an alien world no longer making sense

Don’t ask for rhyme or reason just gibberish and nonsense

Most of the marriages please note are in the past tense

Only in a nightmare could I have conceived these events,

If God made woman his perfect companion

However did the sexes ever form such a divided canyon?

Changing partners today with such reckless abandon

Just free me now impaled on the sword of D’artagnan,

It’ just the art of seduction turned into a pseudoscience

Few of us destined to find a faithful alliance

Truth will always be met by such hostile defiance

No longer can we count on true love for reliance,

Wherever did she find that sacred incantation?

That left you with a spellbound fascination

I consign my love to the funeral pyre of infatuation

My personal overload of sensory saturation.