Dirge of the Good Guy

Something I wrote about a girl I went out with...

I got caught by a cute one
Bright eyes, nice smile, firm bum.
She told me that she likes me a lot,
she said that being sprung
Is something she hadn’t got,
Before I stood before her
And she held my hand,
Was supposed to be a link, but god damn!
It was good for a while, but then s**t changed,
Like British sunshine just before it starts to rain.
But now I’m baffled and officially confused
I feel stupid as s**t, and just a bit used
Cause my role it seems was just to play the fool
and not the good boyfriend that I tried to be,
Refused a threesome reluctantly,
But being a good guy is not as good as it seems.

*sigh* and now I gotta get my s**t back,
should have just bounced and went home when I hit that.

Author's Note

Written to be spoken, not put to music.

Reviews

[nigrum homonculus]

love the honesty in this. it made me chuckle a bit. but this poem i can relate to a whole lot. well done. keep this up