THE VENOM BENEATH THE KISS

Never be swayed by a woman in need, For "billing" is her constant creed. "I'm hungry," "my gas is dry," Her words, a drain, a constant sigh. Rescue not a woman from poverty's grasp, For she'll seek escape, and leave at last. Her heart, a calculator, cold and grey, Values measured in economic way. Survival tops feelings in her book, A lady's love, a financial hook. She seeks a man with deeper pockets still, A richer partner, her heart's thrill. No motherly love to nurture and mend, Her regard for men, their financial trend. Multiple suitors, a comparative game, Her independence, a treasure to claim. Few claim to help, but seek gain, Interest and advantage, their aim. Commanders, helpers, or so they say, But men, beware, for you'll pay. Men, work harder, be determined too, Never look to a woman for help, 'tis true. For in the end, it will go awry, And leave you drained, with a heavy sigh.