Dear every single solitary woman,
You are a physisophical conundrum.
I'm not trying to be a misogyn.
It isn't really you I'm blaming.
I find many of you pleasant, utterly.
To saw the old cliché, it's not you,
it's me.
It's not that you're A pos, it's that
I'm AB.
I am the universal Mr. Wrong.
I like my sin too much to date a
Christian,
and God too much to date girls who
don't believe in one.
Most of all, the lifestyle I'm
craving...
This lifestyle I'm creating...
What I'm saying...
Is that I won't have the energy for a
relationship that's work,
and I don't want you to wear yourselves
out on a jerk,
...so consider me married to my pen?
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