Telling them apart
I'll take any port in a storm, it's better than being alone, I've exhausted all my playmates I've gone through my mobile phone
So now I must go on the hunt, go find a piece of meat, I'll try that new singles bar, I'm bound to find a lonely treat
There's always a lonely one, feeling down and low on luck, I'll ply her with a few shots of Vodka, then take her for a fuck
I'll pretend I'm interested, hell she can even tell me her name, not that I'll remember it, to me they're all the same
Just something to play with, a quick fuck to pass the night, most of them are easy prey, if you play the game just right
Look at them attentive, nod and smile at the right place, don't get caught staring at their tits, concentrate on her boring face
Always have a tissue, they always weep and cry, let them lean on your shoulder, look like you understand their hurt and why
Being all supportive, is the thing that will get you laid, if you can be Mr sensitive, you've really got it made
Sadly they don't know it, but they're drinking with a Shark, whose waiting to devour them, without a human spark
He has no feelings, you may be beautiful, sweet or bland, he will say anything he has to say, to get his one night stand
But not all men are bastards, some are filled with love and heart, the only problem for you girls, is telling them apart
THE KINKY POET