it often seems their taste’s opined
as front-ular or back-ular,
and chicks who eye them back with leers
and rudeness too vernacular,
also choose looks, though dudes’ hearts bite
as badly as though Dracula-r.
How can they stand their standards thus
and stoop to stupid gravity
that pulls them down to lower lows
of foolishness, depravity
and such devotion to slick looks
that any cranial cavity‘s
acceptable, as long as ‘hot’
and needs no jot of suavity?
Must we accept only the slinky,
cute, or babe-a-licious?
Such flimsy taste is quite a waste,
and creepingly pernicious
when all the future of mankind
becomes so superstitious
as to attach to looks and limbs