I came up with Nice Guys. I think of myself as a pretty nice guy, and I think of the world as one really big asshole. That's kind of the base of this one. The end of it kind of shifts gears in the rhyme scheme, that's because I lost the original copy of the poem. (Well, left it in my teachers room on a visit). I had her email me a copy, and part of it got lost or something because this isn't the whole thing. Oh well, if I find the rest of it, I'll edit it.
Nice Guys
You use me, abuse me,
Hurt and confuse me,
And I take it all,
With a smile on my face
Afraid to hurt people’s feelings,
Even those I hate.
People walk all over me,
They take advantage of my kindness,
Even though guys like me
Are rarer than Diamonds.
See, I’m the nice guy,
I give all I’ve got,
My aid, my money,
My space in the parking lot.
And nobody notices,
They just expect me to give,
And I’ll tell you,
Mine’s an annoying life to live.
The world uses me up
Never gives me a break
Asshole after asshole
It’s almost more than I can take
And
I can’t get a girl
‘Cause they all like the other guys
The guys who wind up beating them
Leaving
them and making them cry
They don’t notice me
I’m invisible just the world’s door mat
They don’t see that I’d
Never ever treat them bad
I’d spoil, I’d love,
I’d give them the
world
But I don’t embrace the “Thug Life”
So I guess I’ll never get the girl.
But at least, if you meet me in
your life
Just take my advice
Thank me for holding the door
For giving you my taxi
Just appreciate me
That
will make me happy
Please just do this
It’s not much that I ask
Next time you see a nice guy
Give a little kindness back.
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