Any Good Pig Resents Being Called Chauvinist Poem by Ted Sheridan

The two of you smile
at each other very politely.
Unobtrusive and cordial
with no true feelings exposed.
The air is bitter cold and knife like
between you
it amputates any positive contact
that remains.
She tells you of the distant
and exotic faraway places
where she'd like to travel
but.... you've been to all of them
so many times without her.
There are all of these things in life
that she wishes to experience
but there isn't much excitement
left in anything for you...
She looks at you and you are
'The man'.
You look at her.......
and she hardly matters....because
you are 'The Man'
who's seen and done it all.