Nice guys finish second

like an old pair of scissors at the back of the draw,
like a rusty old pen knife or an old roman sword

like your granddads old mower at the back of the shed
like a battered old chefs knife that can't even slice bread

like your mums garden shears left out in the rain
like that rusty old saw that just chews up the grain

"you don't have an edge" She said once or twice
"And that's what I need, Not someone who's nice"