david wasn't ever known for winning over women
simple discourse made him lost, but their bodies made him driven
it's not that he's of superior intellect
or peak physique or financially set
he just needed a little something to make him empathize
so he could find a feeling too, preferrably between his thighs
impulse control's a fickle thing, so david found a partner
his name was james, their names both plain, but each unlike the other
into his sleeve his heart would weave a snugly fitting sweater
it guranteed he'd get the girl but it never did feel better
a hotel hound, a barfly's guy, james could get it anywhere
except alone inside his dome racked with deep despair
a chance encounter brought them here - new friends, and yet, unknowing
where that ginger broad with slackjawed grin would lead them by the morning
david rolled his eyes at v-necked men, with sport coats all the same
instead, with mullet curled just right, he spied, and sat, restrained
she entered meekly, but dressed so wildly it might have seemed unseemly
but not for auburn locks that hung aloft against her skin, so sweetly
amdist the din of dapper diners, david sat determined
to get her glance, transfix his stance, upon the porcelein urchin
lurching, david leered in her direction
unnerving, james had her full attention
there was no interest, to be clear, just a player at his favorite game
a ginger broad with slackjawed grin? another notch to close the frame
james had plans - just basic ones - effusive and effective
he'd buy her drinks and listen close to make her feel respected
she'd coyly flirt, he'd fill her thirst, with words so serendipitous
that she'd never notice as his motives turned from darling to duplicitous
when james winked across the room, his friend scowled back quite sour
but then a grin creeped from the creases of his mouth, no longer feeling dour
this change was brought out by familiar signs, from james direct to david
indicative of things to come that would leave them both quite sated
and then they came and sat there close, mere inches from our misanthrope
the misogynist, his victim fair, and david, morbid mope
then somewhere in that hallowed moment was a picture caught in time
of two men and a slackjawed grinning ginger broad
her last time seen alive.
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