Mournful young man in your twenties
who think the only way out of your mournfulness is
through a woman,
yet you fail to find the woman, when there are so many
women about.
Why don’t you realise
that you’re not desirable?
that no woman will ever desire you, as you are,
except, of course, for secondary motives.
The women are in the cage as much as you are.
They look at you, they see a caged monkey.
How do you expect them ever to desire you?
Anyhow they never will, except for secondary motives,
or except you change.