Girls,
Beautiful, glowing, exuberant,
Without the time of day
For me.
Rich hunk?
Tall, dark and handsome?
Not I.
What do they want?
A caring man. {Bullshit}
A nice person. {Bullshit}
I don’t think I’ll ever know,
But it sure as hell isn’t love.
Reason for writing:
Justification of the thought that nice guys get shit on all the time
by women. This thought is mainly conveyed in the title.
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