Nice Guys

It's a guy who grew up with good morals People with the purest of souls Raised to excel and exceed Born to treat Attentive and sensitive They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years Time without boundaries Listening to the problems and fears Of the males but especially the females near 'cause those girls needed someone to listen to them Someone to vent to, really And yeah, sometimes it made the nice guy feel special It feels good to be needed by someone you love Or someone you can love But the stars of fate and destiny above Don't always align Not for this type And while the womenfolk prance and dance with their hairless monkey They're mistreated, used, abused, consumed and refused And the shes rush to the nice hes for that undying comfort But the latter are getting restless Their looks are ordinary, so how do they compete With tall dark and handsome When they're short, pale and human? This guy's not a cheat He's patient and his anger is merciful He won't take advantage of womenfolk so vulnerable Won't resort to objectify But they're lumped with the jerks and shirts and together are vilified So what does the nice guy do? Contemplate. He'll meditate and say "hey, Why are all my friendships one-sided?" His empathy and reliable nature can't be appreciated So it needs to be asphyxiated Cut free, act differently Take on a job, a car, a tattoo, a gym, an instrument Designer clothes, cigarettes, cigars, All what was feared and all that is sheer bullshit Like a hundred dollar bill, given so much value But simply a sensitive cheap piece of paper Easily ripped and quickly gypped And he leaves his morality Cuts his vocabulary 4 word sentences, 3 syllabus max per word To get out of nice guy playground and friend zone But that's really just accepting the parasite Letting it infect you Taking your views to the termites Yeah, you might get tail Or you may completely fail Though will you really let selfishness > goodness? No, I won't Not on the long run, at least. Just this one time. ...