His mind will hum and haw to a dreadful point
‘Til the blinkers come down and he needs to feed this necessary ego of he’s an undeniable ten per cent eccentric – the rest left up to those who he does frequent
Rip-worn minds of their self – inflated own – prone desirable pretenders holding hope with a rifle to its freaking head for wanderlust hostage
When he took his favourite cheque and spurned like a gambler on fifty dollar suits
Multi-color sensations with twist – around ties by the throat
Sat with said equals, rolled a bespoke smoke and smirked and offered them fruit – to portray they amounted to something relatively special, only way he knew how
And the teeth come down, eyes watered, frowns caressed themselves right way round