Player Jack

He’s a one-eyed jack
Charismatic pirate in a dead head tie
Who likes to love them
And leave them behind
He will slither past your defenses
And swallow your heart whole
Even a chameleon couldn’t see where he hides his heart

You’re always chasing what you can’t have
Hoping to hit the proverbial pot of gold
But you keep getting the Cracker Jack prize
Close your eyes and what do you see?
It’s a picture perfect image but he’s not what he seems

He does it all with a smile
That says, ‘Try to catch me if you can’
And then he’s gone on
To the next little tramp that will drive him wild

He likes his camels
He likes his coffee
And his beer
Other than the occasional frolic in the woods
He couldn’t care
If he was all alone for the rest of his life
It’s men like him that fuel young girls fantasies
It’s men like him that put women into therapy