If satisfaction had one complaint
It’d be that he doesn’t know you
Always so quick to judge his quality
Never once enjoyed his efforts
Constantly picking out his flaws
Making his impression even weaker
So quick to quip back and forth
Without any time to fulfill your need
If satisfaction had one worry
It’d be that you’re lurking every corner
Ready to pounce on his attempts
Followed by a fierce chew out
Your incessant rejections
Waste no time in cutting him down
Forced yet again to retreat to safety
Where he cannot be killed by your hornets
If satisfaction had one wish
It’d be that you submitted to chance
Letting him approach you with care
Omitting any false hope you have
Showing that he is the better half
Two of which you have only known the latter
A new discovery to experience
With someone who will not carp
He could just as well have these desires
Yet, you continue your ridicule
Instilling in him that he will not
He may not ever seek to please you
So effortlessly was his ego frayed
Held deep beneath the inadequacy
All the while spending those days to mourn
He knew you’d never give him the satisfaction.