Hunter

You follow the women

Like nomads followed food

You crave their attention

You are selfish

You are rude

You need their doe-eyed stares

Like the worst addicted fiend

You have no respect for others

You are jaded

You are mean

I cannot compete with beauty

I cannot compete with grace

I cannot compete against ladies

With lilting laughs

And charming tastes

I cannot be something better

Than what you already have

I can only offer patience

Only mollify the bad

I would like to be a princess

I would like to be a queen

But I am marked a simple jester

By the way that I must be

I cannot compete with giggles

Or with shy-eyed little smiles

I can only sing a song or two

I cannot put out your fires

I would like to be the one you pick

I would like to be the one

But I cannot compete with beauty

So there is nothing to be done

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