Liar’s Poker

I've heard some good ones
from church to jail.
The best one being
I didn't know how to inhale.
Some claim women love them
and can't keep them away even with a scoff.
Meanwhile they hang around with other lonely men
in a vacant lot.
Because I'd been burned
I used to belittle and scold
But what I've learned,
all of us are playing our life role.

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