The Saviors from Game Preserve by Bart Davenport

Some might say I’m a sucker
And some might say I’m a hack
I stand proud to be your lover
Even when you don’t love back
I’m not embarrassed of your beauty
So why should you be?
Let me save you from the saviors
And their hidden jealousy

Just outside your window
I can strain to hear their laughter
Cooking breakfast for you on
Obligatory mornings after
And your designated driver
Wouldn’t be caught dead with me
I will save you from the saviors
And their hidden jealousy

They may say that I’m as useful to you
As a dull knife
But they always concentrate so hard
On messing up your life
As if they can just pluck you
Like some pear from a tree
I’m amazed at how you
Tolerate them constantly
Be my only friend and save me
From my hidden jealousy

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