This poem is supposed to be read very tongue in cheek.

The Sinister Minister and the Player Hater
A Sonnet by Andrew D. Gadtke

She asks me questions as if I were her interviewee
That's how love always starts: with the more desirable interviewing me
She's always a player hater—that I know, forbidding games and cons and lies
I'm a sinister minister—and she never knows, I can play it real with self-conscious sighs
The pursuer and the less desired are one and the same
And it's always me who needs to be tame
It's confidence that departs when I pursue
For it would mean apathy for the desired too
Feigned confidence is all I can muster
But truth is better yet still when love is lackluster
Playing games might work to create a love buzz
But for me the spice of romance is honesty—because
The game I secretly play with a steal
Is me, the less desired, getting the better deal