I see the men gawking at me and trying to copy a feel.
I don't say a word because I know what substance  flows through my veins and 
do trust me, dear it isn't love.
I walk by myself no need for the entourage like all the pretenders. 
I don't request anything because I get my own. I hear the offers of trips around the world, dining in the most exotic places, living morgage free, million dollar shopping sprees.
All of this for my golden sweetness????
Please spare me
It's all about seeing whom will I fold to and how much will keep me there.
Cock roaches that is exactly what they are to me.
I see no men here just cock roaches.
I approach the scene illuminating my way 
and what do they do
They scatter to hide not wanting me to see them for 
what they are.
 Sometimes they are not quick enough to conceal
them selves as men
I spot them and exterminate them away from 
my path.
I feel no emotion except relief because my time was never wasted.
Who am I? You may ask
I am the Roach Eater.