I had dinner last night,
with three women,
all experts at dissecting a species,
not quite human,
called men.

Lawyers, we said,
they’re the worst.
Run you down.  Read you like a brief.
Just want to win the case.

Doctors.
Cheap.
Completely void of feelings.
No wonder.  Those patients die.

Blue collar.  Professors.
Too poor.
Real estate, salesmen of any kind.
No stable salary.
Who wants to support these guys?

The corporate variety.  The techies.
All the same.
Put them in a bottle.  Shake them up.
You pour out clones.  Dull.

Workaholics of any persuasion.
Money, but no time.
Terrible in bed.

We all agreed on one thing.
We were looking for a man.

someone Not Intimidated By Our Success.
someone Deep.
someone Who Can Communicate.
someone Perfect.

No human types need apply.