Women

The rest of my days May be spent alone With standards so high She’d have to walk a straight line -- That woman to me is unknown – Does she exist? Perhaps some day Chances are slim I’ve accepted them So my logic will lead the way Zero tolerance For insubordinate behavior Because too much slack is what I gave her I’ve been pushed beyond Normal capacity And have sustained the blows Of infidelity So just, what is it that you seek? When you come asking about me? I walk with a stone wall With my guard up, I will never fall She who can break and take down All the stones Will succeed in sharing my ROYal thrown -- So again I say For the rest of my days I will continue to roam alone Until that woman, if ever, becomes known…