What is the widow's draw
Is it the loneliness
These women and men
With their emptiness
A coldness
Trying to work on wholeness
To sway by mirroring the hopelessness
Contacting you with boldness

As if you have some common bond
You’re only being enticed to respond
To a dark scheme spawned
In wicked hearts
Like broken parts
Oh my god we need smarts
Throw back some poison darts

Do they play on brokenness?
What’s the widow's draw
Do we have case law
Hell no!
So here we go . . .
Time to escalate this pen
Then we’ll get back to Zen

It’s a blurred picture of a flaw
Known as Ohm’s law
The equation describes the relationship
Like a sleazy, amateur porno clip!

The current through a conductor
Holding on like a f*cking abductor
Two points directly proportional
In the greedy, evil, insidious arsenal
Potential difference equals resistance
Play along with the insistence

Do they think we’re so damn easy
The ones that play on the widows
With their clever blows
Like their pros
Oh you’re a widow too
Really? Can I identify with you?

Their ego must need flattery
The emotions that are motionless
Running on a tiny itty bitty AAA battery
I cannot fathom the depth of their hopelessness

As they pretend they have lost
The love of their life
“Hello beautiful I want to get to know you”
Marital status: Widow, yeah me too!
Right! You’re my White Knight!

What’s your game?
What do you hope to gain?
From the deception inside
Pumping up your pitiful pride

The widow’s draw, so many dead
Now everyone is unwed
Looking for something to hold onto
I’m supposed to believe that’s you

Time to find our center
Return to Zen, we use our pen
To enter, as the presenter
Telling what everyone knows

About all of those
Which move us to prose
The ones that play the widow games
Under assumed pictures and names