surely you jest

Someone once said to me,
Maybe in jest, maybe seriously,
That there were no faithful men,
Only repressed men, faking the faith,
Doing it for someone else’s sake.
I don’t know if she was right or not,
And honestly I don’t really much care,
We are what we are for better or worse,
We do the best that we can, most times,
Otherwise we stumble about as if cursed.
Love and devotion and all of that,
Great in theory, but is it reality,
Or inventions of some gentleman poet,
Wasting away his days with alcohol,
Spending his nights seeped in flesh.
Telling others how t live this life,
Whilst he himself did as he pleased,
Sharing his views about the ideal,
Passing them off us as being real,
Placing all the expectations on us.