one-eyed jack

every woman want a man
                                  who can improv;
every one love a man
                           who can think on the fly -
a chap who'll bounce back
                                  from any thorough thrashing
with a wink
                   and a grin
                                    so dashing,
                                                       so sly.

so, let's recap:

every woman want a man
                                  who can bullshit;
every one love a man
                           who thinks with his fly  (undone) -
a real diamond jack
                        not averse to a good tongue-lashing;
on the brink
                    let him in;
                                     grin flashing
                                                          so, lie.

the heartful king is done in
                                       by wealth and sex appeal,
and what remains of his dignity.

for what value has the unimaginitive romantic
                                                          in the realm of the one-eyed jack?


devotion is so
                        old hat.