Some Man
You remind me of some man
Tall, dark and ... Ah! May.
His wallet was a handful dripping
His masculine hands were short with
a bright, cheerful face
His speech was deep,
Brain full yet racing
Well organised and viper canning
His lips oozed out of wisdom after knowledge
He had pulled legions of followers.
Women, yet most girls, were his sweet pie
He loved to chill within
Excited to cool the wind at devil's best hours
You remind me of someone
whose well-known name to them fame chasing
He knew his value on his groins
The strength he gems with idolatry
Those dresses, I pity them
Whoever got the comfort around his chains,
Volant, who could spot the red dot
His nose knew no scent, not as any normal person would
Blinded by his ego, swollen viz pizza bread,
He would mention the name of a woman to a girl
Too stubborn to his wasteful quest
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