Logical Women

Like fruit-based sin
They draw you in:
Those women with the minds of men.
Fired by ideas
More wit, less tears:
You’ll never see her like again!

You’d leave your wife,
You’d wreck your life:
One day your son will surely see:
“I had no choice!
I heard my voice
In her! The Baal meant us to be!”

But then one night,
She’s not quite right:
Her tone becomes that of a child.
She bares her teeth,
And far beneath
There’s something serpent, something wild:

In seconds she,
Appears to be
A psychopathic femme fatale.
“They don’t love me,
My mum and he.”
She’s chained in her Siberian cell.

But she’s drawn you in,
Her spiritual twin:
Your heart is hers to tear and flay.
She worships you
But abhors you too!
In Reason’s name, just run away!

You’ve ate that fruit,
You’ve run that route,
You’ve tripped on man-like-mind cocaine.
You’re in rehab
Your wife’s mind’s drab . . .
But logical women are insane.