Soft Picasso

it was a modern love affair
completely cool and casual
they hardly knew each other was there
i mean Both of them had their own getting off to do
and they had to dream about their own self
when they were through
but the modern girl was elated
with what the revolution gave her
and since she was liberated she could have
everything that striked her fancy
and she fancied quite a bit
i mean if it felt good she did it
and she did it every chance she could get
with her main modern man and otherwise
and her taste wasn’t limited to just modern guys
since another modern girl showed her
that modern girls know how to hold her
and after she had her eyes opened
all her old close friends started getting closer
and new friends weren’t that far away
but the modern man he just wasn’t so lucky
he being shook from his usual role as the heartbreaker
he was completely battered and bewildered
when he actually started in feeling something for her
and he discovered a new emotion
when they stopped ending up together as frequently
and when he finally confronted her with the question
«had she been bedding down with others in the periphery without him?»
and she replied «Hell yes! ain’t it funny!»
so view the modern man looking, looking, looking, like a soft Picasso
he’s there with his head in his hand
repeating to himself an epigram
«live by the scam, die by the scam.»