Sorry for being Nice...

I suffered through it once, but they fed it to me twice,
I am not one for third helpings, so sorry for being nice…

Stuck with a problem, soon enough the damsel is in distress…
You stop by, calm her with a smile and sort out the mess…
But if you go the extra mile and drop some helping advice…
Contemptuous stares with icy regards is your reward for being nice…

But surely not every one of them is a thankless twit…
In some cases this helping out brings friendship as a gift…
You talk, share, laugh, and sometimes become good friends…
But that’s far as the fairy tale goes, the good days soon enough, end...

Down with heartache over love with a jerk, they come to you…
Cry out their sorrows, and clueless as always, ask for you to sort this out too…
“You are a guy, you should know”, their words to coax out some advice…
Give them the logical solution, and it’s as if you are the definition of malice…

But again, surely not every one of them is bereft of wit…
If only one mistake was enough, but no, they never learn from it…
That lovely romantic moon doesn't even get to turn, and she’s in love again…
And watching these endless replays of her mistakes soon gives you physical pain…

But…yes you know it…not every one of them is addicted to mistakes…
Some do learn, but this life lesson becomes a prejudice and you do a double take…
“I just don’t get it ya, is there no good guy in the world?” you hear them complain…
Trust me, chivalry and good parenting is the only thing which keeps you then in refrain…

So hear me O kindred souls! Escape while you can or pay the price…
In a world where “politeness” is akin to “flirtation”, I’d rather stay aloof than be nice…

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