Who’s more foolish, the fool or ones who follow?
Humbled again, her pride she must swallow,
Understanding a man, she should know better,
He’s just playing his game, and soon he’ll forget her.

To play with ones feelings, a terrible game,
Deep down inside, there must be no shame,
Toying with one with a heart on their sleeve,
No cares for their feelings, intending to leave.

People with ego are driven inside,
They think they’re the best and can’t be denied,
To men driven like this, using people each day,
A woman has a phrase she can easily say.

You think you are easily her greatest lover,
Conquest is done, now on to another,
To you she will say, a creature of habit,
“You will not be missed, I still have my rabbit”.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation