I hate when I’m trying to be handsome
and a more handsome man stands next to me and handsomes harder than I can.
''Surely you can handsome somewhere else,'' I say with passion
to the man who is dressed in ridiculously good fashion.
But he just stands there handsoming even harder than I could dare...
Even if I were wearing my pair of Prada underwear.
So I turn up my nose and ''hmmph'' out loud,
then handsome off to a less fashionable crowd.
''Oh, what success I've found,'' I say in more of a murmer.
Then handsome away to be handsome further.
I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy
I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
to be ugly lies
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!