Wings of Love

Tonight we ride
beneath the neon stars
into the meat market breach
where fantasy possibilities meet
with soul crushing reality

Here in the hook up jungle
there exists definitive and rigid
strata of desirability
which truly inhibits
Tier Three specimens like me 

Of course my dashing pal
sits on top of the lust pyramid 
being so suave and debonair
he's a literal
irresistible chick magnet
while I gotta rely
solely on audacity
and a semi pleasant personality

In this dimly lit domain
as in life
we all have our roles to play 

Witty wing man
to Adonis I am
with a role to clear a path
for his desired mating
with the luscious
angel of his potential affection
sitting at the peak
of the desirable babe chain
gabbing with her plain hand maiden

I move in smoothly
on my divide and conquer mission
to chitchat converse
with her obstructionist friend
the personable nurse
who it turns out
is fairly cute
after a few drinks are consumed

As we get to know each other
I can't help but wonder
if my new found lovely associate
is a wing nut too
doing her deflection duty
as best we support minions can