I am the Demi-man,
Severed at the waist:
Unhunted, unhappy, chaste.
Catch me if you can.

People talking at my head
Coo and goggle and praise
The issues that I raise
And sleep in someone else's bed.

But they all like my heart
And the passions I confess
Though they'd only wear a dress
To make some other guy's hormones start.

I seem to not exist
Below my plain black belt
No matter what I've thought or felt
I remain largely unkissed.