Same Rules Apply

They will soothe you, they will coo you, they will coach you, to do wrong. They will love you 'long time'...then be gone, and you will pay the rendered services. That's why girls love 'bad boys'. That's why wise men never, keep a doll for their own.

They love to play house. Like a cat with a mouse, they will gradually rule...and you will leave; without anything. They are brutally soft, coyly kind, while they pressure you to change, all that ever was, about yourself...they claimed to love, in the first place.

You will have debt, and baggage and rent, and a body...going south, and they will scream at you and threaten you and wheedle you...to send the money for the brat, and finally fetch the law on you. Scratch! But wait! It doesn't have to be this way.

Their nightmares are their own. They don't have to be your's. When you see the woman wearing white coming...run! Forsake that ring, that rules them all...the one, until you know, damn sure, she is the one, forever. Just have fun, and wear a rubber.

Better yet, don't even go there. Find a friendly fire, pull up a log and sit a while...with friends who understand each other; guys like you, girls too, but there aren't many of them, and I tell you brother...same rules apply. Make no mistake.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: hollowworld.co.uk, artist unknown at present.