Traffic Lights

Discernment often resembles a fable When translating the language composed by women As tantalizing as these creatures may be Various medleys of gestures so fallaciously are given On certain occasions it appears that One’s efforts have been green lit When so suddenly red flags are discovered Dancing amidst the clouds Gradually the entire project Grows to be eminently disheartening Women, the puppeteers that they reflect, Behave as if the universe Is a ******l duplication Although society may deem that laughable The results of such callousness Quite strangely are familiar…