Mr Nice Guy Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

As title suggests.
I am the nicest, t you would ever want to meet.
Would look after my woman and her every need.
Old fashioned and respectful.
But I have had a gutful.
I fancied a woman who said she like me.
Took me and my emotions for a ride.
Found I was too good.
Now she pushing wood with her ex.

I just don't get it.
You women go out with s***.
Bad boys and bruisers.
Con-men and losers.
All of them get used before anyone looks for me.
Last in the queue, get the old wrecks.
The baggage and the grief.
Some women who are beyond belief.
Honest as the day is long but am bored of emotional games.
Lies and the silly names.

Here am I good looking and outgoing.
But I'm not doing anything with you.
Im out of the dating game.
Don't look at me in my direction.
I will question your moves.
Too fed up of games and constant rejection.
Mr. Nice Guy, no more.


I Siddiqi 09.05.09