A single man upon the pavement feels terror on the street.
His eyes glide from woman to woman as he steps with giddy feet.
A single man feels beleaguered and overwhelmed
When a tirade of elligible bachelorettes comes a-crashing on his shell.
A single man will feel a rapt sense of disgust
When every woman passing is just flesh-encased lust.
A single man, it seems, may never be free
Unless a valid reason for being single there be.
A single man is swolen on introversion,
Yet expounds extroversion in noisy, brief aspersions.
A single man is wont to sleep eternal in the rafters of his ceiling,
Until a woman curious enough to do his emotional laundary irons out his feelings.