The Man I Could Be
- Edmund W.
- Feb 1
- 1 min read
He knows how to talk
With a cool kind of air.
He converses with nary a balk,
Let alone a shrug or stare.
His head holds high
As his smile gleams bright
As he looks them in the eye
And asks what they’re doing tonight.
Never does he wonder
Whether he’s made a faux pas.
His mind doesn’t drift under
For he knows each social law.
This is the man I could be
In another time and place.
He holds the key to guarantee
That I could be free.
His jubilee I’d embrace.
He sits upon a bench,
Where he seems unimpressed.
His strong, thick arms clench
Across his flat chest.
He has legs long and firm,
Neath a stomach trim and flat.
Features that make women squirm
When him they’re looking at.
His body is strong and sure
And fitting for his mind.
He doesn’t have to endure
Being to the yonic resigned.
This is the man I could be
In another time and place.
He holds the key to guarantee
That I could be free.
His jubilee I’d embrace.
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