it's a man's world

what is with men
ginger asks you,
sniffling
into the phone,
blowing her nose,
fighting back
a full onslaught of
tears,
are all men cavemen,
please, tell me
it isn't so.
by caveman, you ask,
do you mean
primarily concerned
with food shelter
clothing and sex,
in no particular order?
yes, she says,
why do they want
things to move so
fast, pressuring me
to succumb to their
animal desires.
why can't they
understand that
women are crock pots,
we are slow burners,
we like to simmer
and bake, go
slow when it comes
to romance.
yeah, I've heard of
women like you,
you tell her, it's
tough out there
in the dating world.
it some ways it's still
a man's world. but...
but, but what, she
says, honking her nose
again into the receiver.
it's a man's world,
but it wouldn't
be nothing without
a woman or a girl.
who said that, she asks?
Sigmund freud, jung,
Aristotle?
no, you tell her,
my main man, James
Brown. love that song.