He was down, in a terrible funk,
His nerves were frayed and his ego was sunk,
Where he’d gone wrong, he never could discern,
But he felt the burn, and he’d never learn.

She was armed with a razor wit,
And right away, he knew his fire was lit,
They talked so freely, and he hoped it would mean,
A change of the scene, to break his routine, of

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Oozing awkward from every pore,
Every time like the time before,
Trembling hands and clammy skin,
He was oozing awkward, he could never ever win.

They planned to meet in the span of a week,
He couldn’t sleep as his libido hit peak,
Yeah, this guy’s brain was an incurable mess,
He couldn’t repress his urge to obsess.

On their date, he over-thought every phrase,
Spoutin’ lines he’d been rehearsing for days,
She saw through him, and she made up her mind,
Again he would find that he’d been declined, for

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SOLOS

He always failed on the second date,
He tried too hard for them to take the bait,
Whatever tactics he was trying to use,
The awkward would ooze, and he’d always lose,

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