Men Are High Maintenance

Men are high maintenance

This I know is true

With an ego like a fireplace

that has a log too few

 

I always stoke the fire

I fan the flames of pride

I stir the ashes of conceit

and from its embers I hide

 

I nurse that ego fireplace

so its flames will last the night

I keep a steady vigilance

It's not a pretty sight

 

The flames hunger for more wood

The wood of my esteem

My own fire fades away

It's a relationship not a team!

 

Before my fire dies on down

I pull myself away

And say, "Men are high maintenance!

And I don't need one today."