by Chris O’Carroll

On the one hand,
We can all understand
There’s an urge men feel deep in the bone,
But the general rule
When we polish the tool
Is that this game is best played alone.

At a party for two,
There are more than a few
Other options for touching and viewing;
When the party’s just me,
No one else needs to see
The ridiculous improv I’m doing.

I don’t care to invite
You to take in the sight
While I’m focused on auto-romancing.
It’s one guy’s private show
When I reach for, you know.
I don’t even look cool when I’m dancing.