To The Womanizer
You are not terribly rich, talented, handsome, or clever.
Yet you believe you are some kind of lost treasure.
You bestow your attention on every single and married female,
As if your attention were akin to that of the holy grail.
You think you're some connosieur of female flesh and beauty.
But really you have no taste or appreciation for any cutie.
You think yourself the hero and savior of forgotten women.
But you forget them the split-second the lights are dimming.
You think you are so debonair, likeable, and charming.
But you are just devious, selfish, and conniving.
You think your skills in bed are beyond compare.
Well, I guess we women have fooled you there!
(c) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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