Ouch ouch, what a guy, they say!

It hurts the most when the friends of yore
of the womanly kind ask,
are you single, oh how the hell, what's up with that,
and all I have for response
is, kind of, preferably not, no girls around, thanks so much.
What is there to say any more than that,
remember that guy who said
-Water, water, water everywhere
but not a drop to drink-?
Oh well...
And then a call with a friend two hours,
we talk about dating and settling situations, and what's up! And most of it taken with... consideration of the girls which makes me realize, actually I'm doing just so fine not specially more awful than anybody of my kind I might not be married yet, and I don't have a house But oh never am I particularly harried,
and neither am I uncomfortably in the apartment roused. All considered, it doesn't hurt at all, oh what a compliment to be told you're a bit of a catch, just not in your perfect element and oh what is there to worry, who is it that I must fear I'm living the life man, chill in 'and making my own rice beer! Life is decent, that is all I can say
No fear for the future, may tomorrow bring what it may!