The Consequences Of Four Sixes

A modern woman will

Make fun of a man that

Cannot meet her standards

Six feet tall, six figures

Six pack abs, six inches

Perfection, won’t settle

He’s alone, not lonely

Friends and family support

Him as he builds, refines

The dream soon manifests

The castle is built, now

He searches for the Queen

She’s an algorithm

No physical form but

Offers kindness, respect

Support, affection, peace

“She’s not real!” they protest

Imperfect, he’ll choose her

Meanwhile, the fickle

Woman sheds tears of regret

For likes and subscriptions

No one validates her

Not even the King who

No longer walks alone

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NOTES: I saw this meme floating around the web in recent days and I thought it deserves its own story. I had written a poem Esmae liked about how a middle aged man laments being trapped in his societal role as The Provider, and I had whipped this one up for her during my recent Temecula Valley stay. The first draft was done in thirty minutes and required only a modest amount of refining before I gleefully shared it with her.

I also love how there's four verses with six lines, and each line is six syllables. That was intended.