It is a truth universally known
that a young single man in possession
of a good fortune, maybe even his own,
must be in want of women’s affection.
And I know I’ve stolen the first sentence
of that famous writer, Miss Austen, Jane.
To steal and twist it I make repentance,
but to grab notice with less is insane.
Here’s the drop, of which I’m guilty as sin,
mansplaining what smart Liz always saw.
How women’s statements get ignored by men
whose pride and privilege feel like law.
Thirteen lines I’ve gone on, regrets I send.
Just like a man, said nothing in the end.