Maybe

Maybe someone quieter

More sweet and well-behaved

Maybe you can marry one

Whose picture you have saved

 

Maybe she’ll be fine with never

Being quite enough

Maybe she will have the sense

To never call your bluff

 

Maybe she’ll be satisfied

With sex just on your terms

Maybe she will like the way

Reality is turned

 

When words are getting twisted up

And history’s rewrote

Maybe she’ll be happy you

Expect her still to dote

 

And all the double standards

Maybe that’s her thing

Maybe songs of praising you

Are all she’ll ever sing

 

Who am I to stop you from

A love I cannot give?

I won’t be your sycophant

As long as I shall live.