I search for a man, but you know what they say:
all of the good ones are married or gay.
The sweet ones, the smart ones, the guys who can cook,
all off the market, no need to look.
That guy at the coffee shop? He’s married with three.
The handsome musician? Prefers men over me.
The poet, the painter, the one who loves cats,
the baker who makes the most heavenly snacks?
All spoken for, taken, or simply don’t care
for my feminine charms or my long, flowing hair.
The funny, the stable, the ones who can dance,
all wear a ring, or won’t give girls a chance.
So here I am, just stuck in the fray,
because all of the good ones are married or gay.
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