Absence, worse than presence

 

At my ten itself I was aroused

By the sight of massive women.

At six-ten, too, I had aroused

The hearts of younger women.

There were many I had courted

But they conveniently deserted.

There were many paths I trode

But all led me to the dead-end.

I hate women but it is the lack

Of woman that I hate most.

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