Philnensia

If you want to see your beau fighting it out for ya
Getting bloodied and bruised for the love of you
Defending your honor, fueled by the jealousy
Dishonorably ovulated through your subtle wiles
Directed at me.

Had I not my paranoia with sexy women so unbelievable single
Then you’d had your fun at that coliseum
And me screaming at the top of my
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained!
While testing the limits of true love
While wrapping him around your finger
While I feel used and loserized by cheerleaders like ya
Your jock jockeying for the missionary position at my expense.
In this game, I win
By not playing games.

The reason I have this title “Lightning Rod” for this piece is I had been attracting this kind of sticky situation so many times now and in the past that I’m beginning to question my looks and purpose in life, lol. Women with bully boyfriends feigning affection and lust towards me, only to discover myself responding to a set-up with a boyfriend lying in wait for my advances, seeming in ambush, all the while being led by the girl, through text, e-mail, and the feminine charms.

I had preempted most of them, simply turning my back after a few exchanges and the Spider Sense tingling, saving me a lot of trouble extricating myself from that web of intrigue, which is probably in practice since the Middle Ages and in King Henry VIII’s Court. This must be the seldom written about experiences. Like rape victims, guys emasculated by vamps and their thugs resort to selective amnesia. I refresh my memory once in a while with that of the belle who literally led me to dark alley, supposedly for a kinky make-out, only to be socked by the lover who took to his heels while I was recovering my cracked eyeglasses from the asphalt, some knight in shining armor, so brave, so chivalrous. So you see, that explains my wariness. Feels like being in the movie called Cruel Intentions, lol.

MOOD MUSIC: MANEATER/HALL AND OATES