Fightin' Words

I just want to win a good woman. Where's the club of competitive male writers? Who am I trying to be better than, these days?

 

You make her sound like a Cracker Jacks prize. And only a Cro-Mag would go after her with a club.

 

Are we not ranked? Can a man not increase his own worth through mastery of his craft? Are we not a competitive sex?

The writer-man pursues her with the written word. I feel young and rambunctious. Spar with me.

 

Cogito will stress you out so much you'll be vomiting your mom's spaghetti on your shirt.

 

That's precisely all I have to lose. It's for good practice.

 

Psh!!! Top dogs don't compete! They sit back and let the women do it.

 

So, the penis mightier than the sword? Lure her with your - clever - linguistics? To whit, a war of wit to titillate your date?

Alas, the lass will pass on your pass, if she has any class, you'll be flat on your dignity.

 

Cogito is a real Bill Shakespeare!...Or Al Sharpton.

 

I'd rather success, I confess, in the market, than in tit-for-tat words, tossed to poetics.
But a courtship, I think, needs private attention; the skills of a man greaten genetics,
In the eyes of his prize; so he comes again,
Once gambled ambitions have realized their end.

 

she'll want the richest
make sure to write what sells best
money is the thing

 

cyrano lives!

 

i would think a TASER would work better.