All The Good Ones Aren’t Taken

I see you look through me
And I know I don’t have a chance
Your body language screaming
In its oddly defensive stance
Your eyes melt my skin
With lasers full of hatred
A passion that will never ignite
Your closedmindedness is too sacred

I often hear your complaints
About the lack of available good guys
And how you constantly attract creeps
Who can’t stop feeling up your thighs
But when you limit your possibilities
And refuse to change course
How do you hope to find fulfillment?
You know settling can still lead to divorce

Your indifference to better options
Always leaves you in a saddened state
At the rate things are going
I often wonder if you’re really straight
I’m actually being facetious
I know who you really are
But I’m far less appetizing
Than the hunks at your local bar

You hide behind your beauty
Wearing such an appealing mask
It helps steer the conversation away
From probing questions they could ask
Continuing along this beaten path
Is a wasted journey for a fool
You’re better off swimming
Towards the deeper end of the pool

Yet you remain blind to decency
Each and every time it comes calling
And you still put up with all these jerks
Don’t you ever find that appalling?
All these empty experiences
Would leave the weaker completely shaken
Your stubbornness prevents you from realizing
All the good ones aren’t taken

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Thursday, March 29, 2012
11:54 p.m.

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