23 Dec 2016 – Sonnet
Like selling cocktails mixed with Saniflush,
there’s just no market! Girls aren’t in a rush
to date a nice man! Someone they can trust
bores them to tears like watching ski poles rust.
To be their magnet you must be a man
who screams across the sky to join the damned!
“My Love can save him!” Hell yes, that’s the hook –
that’s how the nicest end up loving crooks!
We nice guys know we’re just as dull as dirt,
we turn your stomachs when we try to flirt.
No longer dangerous we just can’t please –
you’ve had your shots and can’t catch our disease!
My luck to fall to Earth in Love’s eclipse –
I’ll be relieved to make the outbound trip!