No, not at all like you might think
I hold my hands apart, shrink entirely when it comes to thinking like a rabid man with a bone
I only speak of one such delectably dirty somebody – their person as opposed to their mind
And I think you’ll find him to be outrageously angst ridden, it ironically a mind-prison of sorts which sets him notably apart
Heart of gold albeit appearance utterly predisposed
Otherwise engaged, clean teeth and the rest ignored, but the dry wit will forever explode
If only he were the full shilling
Srolling on in, peeling at the ceiling, these four walls, time to drop another pill
He just cannot sit still for too long a time