UNTENABLE BEAUTY

All I see
as I travel these empty streets
is lovely lady
after lusty lass.

All that appears before me
is beauty
all untenably attractive girls
all way out of my weight class.
Every gal I see
is beyond me.

And I try,
– oh my god do I try –
I try all the time
to find a solution;
a way –
some kind of way – to overcome
my own evolution.

But nothing so far:
I have the same shape
and face and personality
that nature gave me
which, so far,
has kept the kajillion of girls
wandering this city
– like a pestilence of pretty –
at some substantial distance
from me.

All I see,
everywhere I go
is women I would love to know.
Still, they always say “No.”