Walking into a party filled with beautiful people
who say the ugliest things.
glancing around the commotion
I start to become sea sick by looking at all the motions
made by guys looking for a freaky chick
the ugly ducklings with sweet personalities don't get the time of day
wading through the egos I make my way over to
the lonely....despondent.....dismayed
like a bottom feeder I move in for my meal
like a catfish at the bottom of a fish tank is how I feel.
usually known as a sure thing
the vulture in me becomes king
circling around my dead prey
swooping down to devour
the corpse injured and still would just lay
talking to her leaving a bitter taste in my mouth,
even a bit sour
one, two , three special iced teas
this ugly duckling instantly becomes a swan
whispering in her ear persuading her to come home with me
laying in bed with her the bottom feeder in me slithers away
as the night turns to dawn