A Poem for the Sad and Nerdy Guys Who Were Snubbed by the Sexy Woman at the Bar Tonight as Loud Thumping Music Played in the Background

If the title of this poem pertains to you

As it has to me on occasion

this I admit very freely

 

Just imagine the very same beautiful woman

Squatting on the toilet tonight with a crunched look on her face

for the expensive salad she ate for dinner

was made with hands that were very, very, unclean.