Demonized
by the broken hearts and minds
of many women.

Our kind have been swept into
the pile of bad ones
by her broom that she calls
"I will not be hurt again"

When we come into their lives
they are so happy to be with us,
but their insecurities
are always working triple shifts.

Now you're punished
for another man's lashings.
Next thing you know its over
and she's singing a tune
That starts with

"I had a good one, but I didn't know what to do with him"