There is a strange race of being
Living on Earth with us all.
You wouldn’t think them any different,
They can be fat or thin, short or tall.
We communicate with them every day,
They are part of our daily existence.
We are sociable towards them,
We offer them no resistance.
And yet so few can understand us,
They are not capable of using the phone,
They can’t seem to understand time
And who knows what they do when they are alone.
Many fail to keep promises,
Few can be forever truthful,
Hardly any can be serious for long
And most hate to be considered useful.
So many forget important things
And to remedy themselves they tell tales,
The group of beings so different
Are none other than the species of males