The Scorpion To The Frog
You do it to yourself,
You masochistic fiend!
I've warned you time and time again
She's known to bite and sting
Still, as you embrace the pain
Watch for her kiss-and-killing
Not much is worse than to hope and try
While she's ignoring all your willing
She doesn't want any men
No deep eyes or sweet talkers
She knows she'll find, amid the words
Too many liars and walkers
Why bother sorting or weeding?
What girl has the time?
I've wasted all I have to spare
In laying out this rhyme!
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