I am surrounded by tickled people,
And on my best day,
I cannot remember to laugh at the joke,
It’s something I can’t say,
Something about womenfolk that onsets the chuckles.
I am surrounded by gentlemen,
Upstanding and true-
That are arrested by the prospects of romanticism and chivalry,
It is ostensibly present in everything that they do,
This ensues a respect for women that some would call extinct,
But while these attributes lay closely with nobility,
The different hearts of their companions crush their potential,
The ship sinks for those men upholding civility,
They are no longer deemed essential and collapse under the desires of their lady,
Their hearts are second because nobility exclaims it.
I see this men giggling over their corrosion as they begin to lose themselves,
With her feet on his chest he rests in chaos and wakes in pain,
For this, I cannot laugh.