A Bunch Of Losers! ! Poem by Emma Jane Rae

i wonder what it is about me,
that men seem to think,
i come for free,
they seem to think i'm a push-over,
and that i will be easy,
i wonder is there any decent men,
or are they really all sleazey?
it seems that i never notice,
im being taken for a ride,
until it's too late,
i just keep my chin up,
to much pride to run and hide,
why does no-one warn me,
when they can see it a mile off?
maybe it's just me,
being to gentle and soft?
if only i knew,
you only wanted to get in my kecks,
i wouldn't resort to drowning my sorrows,
in a bottle of becks,
no-more crying into my pillow at night,
i will stick up for myself, .
and i will cause a fight,
watch this space,
the bitch is back,
and she aint taking no mans cr*p! !