Pockets of Inspiration and Loose Change

I hate the product of an idle mind
I hate the attention seeking kind
Weaving webs of gossip and lies
Faking love to the untrained eye
Why believe those so malicious and mean?
Hiding 'neath an exterior so virginal and clean
They speak for attention, not caring the source
as long as they're male, they feel no remorse
For those that are left, waiting loyal to her
She'll break all ties and attention transfer
She is the black widow and her true face is cruel
She uses her body as a well trained tool
Men's broken hearts she leaves in her wake
Leaving nothing behind all love she will take
Former men are gone, only a shadow is left
Leaving his friends and his family grieved and bereft
For the person once was has departed and flown
Part of his soul she has claimed as her own