'No! I'M Not God! ' Poem by Jacob Coleman

If you worship womankind, what reward
have you? Oh, I’m not talking about love!
Just men, who wonder why women are bored.

Compare her to some bright angel above
or demon below, and see what happens:
Sure, she’ll smile some (laugh a little at
your ingenuity) but what happens

Next, when the stone comparisons fall flat,
and Venus de Milo loses her head?
What then? Will you invite the poor girl home?
“Swear by all flowers? ” Borrow mother’s bed?

Detail the whole affair in a short poem
Or story (in proportion to the event)
And mourn your loss [and hers] when life is spent?