I've watched you scamper back to girl after girl once you've left them,
Promise to kiss them gently but pinned "insert tongue" signs on various places of their body.
You follow your own command forcefully.
But I've noticed,
you only return to the ones still reaching.
The ones who haven't quite let past pass,
the ones with no trust in the universe to bring them something better.
And you can boast all day long about the beauty of this one
and your feelings for that one,
but I know the truth beneath it all.
You're just a rat lookin' for scrapts.
You'll take whatever you can get,
And go ahead and call yourself selective
but a crumb from a five star restaurant
ain't a bit more special than the trash left over from the McDonald's down the street.
Believe that a well accredited Chef created me in His very image.
I can walk around flashin' my official goddess badge
but if I stoop to the mercy of your rat-like mouth,
I am just another crumb.
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