plastic will and iron shame
you run wild with blissful abandon
willful ignorance to others cares
jump straight in with nothing to land on
head first through doors showing your wares
your persona is less than conducive
you’re larger than the situation warrants
but you hold my gaze and that’s indeed strange
because you’re not really my type at all
I think in another time or dimension
we could indeed be friends
but things like this aren’t so straight lined
and I find t hard to lie and pretend
that you’ve said and done some things
that don’t endear you to the masses
but then again that doesn’t away your eye
from the bottom of your glasses
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