Edward Iacona (August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)
FOR FREEDOM... GONE FISHIN'
For the intangible concept of Freedom
There has been many a loss of life.
In the name of her script for Freedom,
I was forced to lose my wife.
T'was her sad solution
For her personal evolution
Freedom was her revolution
From loving marital institution.
In conflicts concerning Freedom
This struggle really vexes
For I have been re-called to join
The Battle of The Sexes.
Within this forced fed Freedom
There's an aspect that I hate,
Having in common with my children
Of finding someone to date.
There's many an online dating site
Floating upon the shining Cyber-sea...
With many a lovely lady whose
Bait is waiting just for me.
I sniff and write to ladies lines...
Feeling I'd be quite their catch
Only to find in sad despair that
They think we're no match.
Swimming and searching for the line,
To be hooked and then give my all.
But, as I keep getting thrown back,
I think maybe I am just too small.
In the matter of physical chemistry
I shrug saying, 'what the heck'...
Most gals don't look like enchanted Fiona
And, I don't think that I look like Shrek.
But, when her lure dances by my way
To her invite I shall not refuse it.
Just because I have my Freedom
I am more than willing to lose it.
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