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It's a long story, and I don't want to bore you with all the details, but there was a time when a day didn't go by when a guy would try to be a smooth talker and had only one thing in mind.  After a while it got me disillusioned about men.  I don't hate men. please don't think that i do.  A type of behavior that so many men display these days though... it's a travesty.

Anyways, this is meant to be funny, while portraying the reality amidst a many realities, of a problem that runs deep in our societal values.  Just take it with a grain of salt, and if it rings true, then send me a comment.

Ladies: Ever been treated like you’re a slice of cake? By the kind of sleazy men that slither like a snake? They’re not the type to give They’re the kind that always take. Know your worth, be strong, pay attention, stay awake. Players: This is what I say to men who think they are so slick. “I’m a lady, not a hoe, a slice, a treat, a chick. Go away, get lost, quit acting like a trick. I'm not the one to buy your lines that you spread on so thick. I’m not some fresh baked cake that you can get a slice. I’m not some frosting that you can sample anytime you like. Even though you talk sweet, I know you’re nothing nice. Play with fire and get burned, Cheat and pay the price. You say I’m pretty and I’m sweet That I look good enough to eat You haven't tried to hide your lust You haven't tried to be discreet. Oh?!? a little bit this And a little bit of that? A generic compliment here... Predictable flattery there? A married man with an appetite A piece of me, a taste, a bite You talk about warm biscuits Parted and buttered As you stare at me. You say I'm a hot dish But don't you mean a side item? Fast food? In and out burger? Did I offer myself... Coffee, tea, me? You want a dining experience But this ain't Burger King! You can't have it your way I'm not a drive through I'm not an order you grab to go You can't stuff me in your mouth Then burp out loud Little pieces of me flying out as you go about your day. Why eat out? That’s not what marriage is all about Your spouse should be the only meal A balanced dinner, that’s the deal In the privacy of your home But still you’re on the prowl and roam. You say you only want a slice And take no thought about my life. You eat, wipe your mouth Then say you've done no wrong. But you're selfish and self-centered That’s why I must be strong. I’m not your food, set on a tray Prepared for you to go filet I’m not a snack that you can taste Half consumed then left to waste. Sugar-coated, insincere Across the room you drool and leer. You’re hungry, and you think I’m food Weren’t you raised to know that’s rude? You think I'm a dream, but beware I'm about to be your worst nightmare Get a clue and pass me by There's no chance, don't even try.

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