The Power of Me

By Lori Steindorf Copyright July 22, 2021 One promises this One promises that One plies me with his culinary flair And then tells me I'm fat and hates my hair. Tired of trying to earn my Mrs degree When all this time I should have been focusing on me One wants to buy me drinks and dinner and take me fishing Then tells me he left his wallet in the car and never returns. Stiffing me with the bill - I was already prepared to do dishes after he lured me in. You see why it's crucial I rely on me. Too many lonely nights and unfulfilled wishes mar one's spirit. Glad the world's big enough so I never have to meet them anew. It's not to say there aren't honorable, decent, evolved men out there. I'm tired of struggling to find him. To be candid, I'm through. Self-discovery is my life's work after a burnt-out strand of self-absorbed men. Where's that condo you say you have? Go live there already! No, you can't roost on my couch. Here's a little beer money. Climb behind the wheel of your clunker and be gone.