i find it hard to feel all’s copacetic;
my confidence is shattered, here is why:
I’ve met a gal--superior genetic;
I feel just like an ordinary guy.
I’m used to being worshiped and adored,
not groveling like Fido for some scraps.
I pose and smile, then prance … MY GOD, SHE’S BORED!
There’s fear she’s listing all my handicaps.
But still, she smiles, it seems I must amuse.
(Perhaps like some endearing mongrel mutt.)
I’ll take it if it’s me she deigns peruse,
with wagging tail I’ll drool and lick her butt!
I’d rather be her loyal, nuzzling slave,
than suffer one more mewling fawning knave.
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