Curse of the Bad Picker

See,she knew not how to filter,
the gents from the random niggards,
the jerks from the noble misters,
Hey! She even made out with Lisa,
Sadly they all deceived her.
Hers was the curse of the bad picker.

As her body count grew bigger,
her heart became bitter,
the pain - it slowly killed her,
from her inner to exterior,
Her Smile no longer to glitter.

Now,She was no diva,
but she had that demeanor,
and you had to look deeper,
to see her inner creature.

Yearning for love,
acceptance of a kind,
she searched but could not find,
another human with whom to be blind.

So she decided to refrain,
No longer giving way,
to her undue curse,
that made her yearning vain.