Ode to the Player

All hail the infallible Womanizer! Bow down in staring wonder before his insuperable trampling feet. Come, all of you doe-eyed fawning girls, with the flawless and holy oblation of your hearts and minds, and bestow them upon him, the greatest of deceivers. But, loves, be forewarned--you will never mean anything to him. Not ever. Once he's gleaned what he wanted from you, with your blind and swampy eyes and your stupid, smiling lips, he will abandon you and you will be lost like murderously precocious child in a mall. The only difference between you and that child will be that no one is looking for you.