Corner Creeps

So here I am with headphones on
Observing dudes put on their con
A business mixer, seems to be
And HA! You must be kidding me
I wish you folks could join and sit
To watch how fucking full of shit
All these try-hards seem to me
Who sadly, I too used to be
Thank God for waking up that day
When my whole world was swept away
And though how painful those days were
At least now I’m not chasing HER
Who is “her”? I’m glad you asked
That blonde where all these dudes amassed
I must admit I’m cracking up
So many times they’ve filled her cup
And you know what? I guarantee
They think “she’s coming home with me”
So let me pause this poem for now
And wait till things have all played out
Yep! At last, they’ve disappeared
And boy, the shit you overhear
When corner creeping on these bros
Who want so bad to catch some hos
Anyway, I guess you guys
Would like to know who won the prize
Despite the drinks and “how much I curl”
I’m proud of our free drunken girl
Cause after all the things they did
She slammed the fuck out of the lid
On each and every single try
And let down each and every guy
“No brainer”, right? “Damn girl, you fine”
And yes, one douche had dropped that line
So here we are, we’ve reached the end
I want so bad to say, “my friends”
“If I may, let me correct”
“And teach you fucking dicks respect”
But I digress; again, I know
That I was them not long ago
Perhaps this story sheds some light
On one or two good guys tonight
And helps them realize how they look
SHIT! …one of them saw me.
“Who, me? Naw bro, I’m just working on my book.”

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