Where the Nice Men go

Where the Nice Men Go

I.

Alas, your relationship has been split asunder
So long to the security you’ve felt you’ve known
All that time you sat and wondered
Now you truly ARE alone
He turned out not to really want to change
(A drunken coward, quite deranged?)
Or the felonious type that beats his wife
At least for now, you have ended the strife
With kids and/or heartbreak somewhat in hand
You ponder things you wished to know
“Where will I find a decent man?”
I will tell you where the nice men go

We seek not pity of our current plight
If even one who reads this gains insight

II.

In our youth we were excoriated and spurned
(Because we had the gall to treat you with respect?)
Or maybe it was the wages we earned
(“Nah”, you said, “I’d rather try to change neglect!”)
When we were young, we cried and were distressed
As we girded ourselves for an unwinnable war
To know we were at best second best
Yet still we tried, and cried, some more
Then we quivered in rage at the men you would choose
(And wondered how and why dysfunctionality had merit?)
How could you suffer their neglect and abuse?
But we stoically refused to share it
We strived, at the same time, to earn successes’ share
While we watched your choices wreak wrack and ruin
We focused on life; we didn’t live laissez-faire
(While wondering “Does she really know what she is doing?”)

But time heals well, all the wounds, scars, and welts
To neutralize and deaden the Angst that we felt

III.

Now we finally discovered the fault was not ours!
(We did not choose a mentally myopic view!)
As we now exercise our earned career powers
It is good we were schooled in the likes of you
Our cars still aren’t chic and our dress hasn’t much changed!
We’re still the same NICE and boring men as before!
But even though you may find this quite strange…
Most, if not all, of you we learned to ignore
Maybe we were shy, not assertive enough?
Amazing, though, a kid to father your kids!
(Yeah, that reprobate felon, all stony and tough)
Of that infantile behavior, we are well rid.

Has this filled you in with clues well enough?
Does my poetic effort show refined, not rough?

IV.

Alas, you were drawn to that nova like flame
That quickly sundered itself to ash
Ours burn less bright, but steady, not lame
That nova, like Crystal, sure causes a crash!
Now whenever we turn our thoughts to you
And of futures no longer dreamt
Since you paid back our honesty with much to be rued…
We hold all mercenaries in contempt!
We still hope for companionship, but we’ve well learned the score..
As we peruse with interest our scholarly tomes
It is life that we love; only you we abhor
So we wrote our experiences down in this poem

**sigh** and still you ask where the nice men go?
…If you still have to ask…you never will know


Timothy G. L’innomme

TimLin@NetTaxi.com