And she’s said you are number two
I never minded being number two
Or even three
But the pattern remains
I slowly find myself displaced
Somewhere after the hair dresser or the cleaning lady
It’s the basis of war
I believe
All these men eventually give up
The game of fight or fuck
Make love not war
She doesn’t care
She has her mirror
There was a time when she was life
She hardly remembers it now
The dementia of women is different from men
There hearts go before their minds
The world has become soulless
What do you make
Is a question of money
Not of life or love
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