The Personals
The personals we turn to,
In times of loneliness & despair,
When times are tough
When we are full of cares.
In the personals we look
To that last bastion of hope & company,
We might have to lower our standards
Or lie with infamy,
We look for other to join us
In our misery,
Or hunt for the latest catch;
The Personals were made for money,
Dripped in the dew of honey,
That pedal romance to line their pocket books,
The number one assets is the looks...
The Personals can be a place of predators
Who like a spider
Wait after casting their web,
The Personals stay away from,
Your good-intentioned mother said.
