That he is one who stands out from the crowd
Though many women think him vain and loud.
He is a real sucker for flattery
And there is none so gullible as he
In believing what the insincere to him say
His so called friends games with his feelings play.
He has that smug look that’s born of conceit
When he walks with his female lover on the street
With arms around each other none so vain as he
His body language say ‘you look at me’
His so called mates on his weaknesses prey
And he believes them when to him they say
That he’s the finest looking man for miles around
The weak spot in his make up they have found.
Those he consider friends are not sincere
They only tell him what he wish to hear
In wisdom and discernment he lack
And his so called mates they laugh behind his back.

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