hahaha dug one up from forever ago... it's entitled "Ode to men who take pictures of themselves with their shirts off."

Hot-shot, shirt off, handing her a dream. Hands clasped-nice ass- but nothing's what it seems. Creep back, attack, woman's worth won't mean a thing. Eyes closed, unknown, she's hoping for a ring. Hot-shot, shirt off, that girl becomes a bore. Hot-shit hits it with the whore next door. Oblivious to the obvious, a goddess in his reach. Looks down, proud now, a bitch between his knees. Hot shot, shirt off, attention's little whore. Hair cut, let's fuck. It could have been much more. Heads up, the slut won that ugly game. Hot-shot, shirt off, was her claim to fame. What, slut? No buts. Shit, forgot her name. Code-red, waterbed, rocking in its frame. Man-whore, nothing more. Castration is a gift. Creep back, attack, chop the fucker's dick.

...

winding sliding finding the reasons
why you're here and I'm still breathing
without this hope I mope, I'm seething
whispering why while you keep leaving
abandon ship, I've tripped, I'm whipped
your eyes see through and toss me this
this tainted cord, this washed out board
and I catch and cling as we cry, we sing
we bring three things, each new blessing
a curse, the worst, I'm the worst, I'm cursed
elevators, respirators
fingering, figuring each new chord
masochistic, unrealistic
my hopes and dreams fall down two floors
catch them there? you find me here
crumpled and clutching the door
can you bring the missing link,
the golden keys I've missed before?
Open up, I've opened out, and there we go
back to the floor.

Eleven Words to Seriously Evaluate Before Usage:

***Hate
***Beautiful
***Just
***Friend
***Love
***Never
***Sorry
***Fear
***Honestly
***Yes
***No