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I was performing my own autopsy

Before the corpse attracted flies

There before me, the conclusion

That I paused to analyze

The fact that nice girls finish last

And never win the prize

Thus, the essence of my dilemma

Over which I agonize

I should think my wealth of culture

(Not to mention loads of charm)

These things would be sufficiant

To keep Him on my arm

Sensative, sophisticated

(Though my hands are rarely warm)

And a mastery of many ways

To keep Him safe from harm

Attractive and intelligent

A sense of humor, slightly bent

Yet everyone just came and went

And now my patience spent

These things I thought he may have wanted

(At least that's what Cosmo said)

Safe, secure and confident

And pretty damn good in bed

I swear, it must get better

Before I blow off my own head

So please let Him prevent this tragedy

And go home with me instead = )

But before you get the wrong idea

Give a chance to explain

There is no giant ego

Spilling out from pompous brain

As I write this, I keep laughing

For what I've written might be insane

Since I really don't believe these things

But it helps confuse the pain

So some of it may just be true

For others tell me so

And some of that lies hidden

As those familiar with me know

But my problem is, with Him

My brain is too bloody slow

To discover what He wants

And so alone in life I go

Understand this: I am not whining

No self-pity here for me

To this issue I am accustomed

Since it happens constantly

I am not attempting to complain to you

Or sue for sympathy

But I think it helps if one cracks jokes

When confronted with reality

I feel I might just be attractive

I know I am cultured and I am smart

I am not too forward or permiscuous

(And I almost never fart)

And a consumate romantic

Still devoted to my art

Yet I am not too used to losing

I just can't seem to win His heart.