Nice Guys

Why is it that a guy,
Can no longer do nice things,
Without being labeled something nasty,
Like a pussy or a queen?

So if he likes to visit her,
During her lunch hour at work,
That makes him less of a man,
And also some kind of jerk?

What if he goes as far to wait,
Hours and hours upon end,
Just because he loves her,
And feels she's his best friend?

Would that make him a wuss,
Whipped with a ball and chain?
Just give it a rest already,
Since it's your life that's mundane.

Maybe you're simply jealous,
That you can never love like him.
Instead of buying her flowers,
You sign up for a year at the gym.

But since you're such a manly-man,
Who likes to do macho stuff,
You'll probably never see,
That you don't love her nearly enough.

And while the pussies and queens,
All have something they call a life,
You'll be left with only your hand,
Not even a girlfriend, or a wife.