Now there's a man, the living tool of satan   He charges forth while others are debating   Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings   I know one thing will trim him down ¡º women.   In women he meets deep authority,   In them he feels his old dependency.         He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim,   Does anything for pay if it will pay   And since he knows what ladies do to him   He thrusts them well out of his way.   All through the day he swears   He's self denying, then dusk descends   And once again he's lying.      They're all the same in meeting love's confusion   Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion   The one who swore he could escape the clinches   Who is it that entangles him, wenches   It fain resists their lush authority   Before him stands his old dependency.         He harked the ten commandments   Trod the tried and true, would godly be and golden rule obey.   For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two,   Survived on one pure thought a day.   He screamed, "i've mastered it without half trying"   Appears the moon and once again he's lying.   Idiots ¡º all of them.