Time upon time, each and every single day,
You who makes the same journey mostly every day,
Experiences the different bodies of faces,
Of which also travel along the same route.
To men a woman's face is easily forgotten,
Especially, if he's never seen her before,
And he knows he's never going to see her again,
So there is no run away tears shed from him.
Where as to women, a face is always memorable,
Each face is recognized for its own merits.
Yet the faces of men are never forgotten,
They feel like wearing these faces on their dresses of medal.
You at times 'pop' your eyes open wide,
And suddenly push everyone aside.
For you want to touch and be with 'her' body',
This woman who has just bent over and showered her pants.
As a woman you prop yourself up and sit up straight,
With your little knees, no rattling, your lips so relaxed,
Ever-so-ready to be unzipping 'his' tight slacks,
To this man, who is just standing over you.
Yet to do these thing, to be able to do,
Is not such of an easy task.
For commons-ense should prevail,
To be using common sense in style.
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