He that moved ungracefully past me
Lord, you gave him an extra dose of gravity.
For though he is not as beautiful as some
Though his wandering walk is less than winsome
Though his mouth squirrels up to his eyes
And there is no space between his thighs
Though his manner decays with his pride
And his natural state is no more than a lie,
Though he has proven himself untrue
Or maybe just scared of all we’d accrue
Though he is too forward and fast
Still always in my thoughts his image is cast
Lord, you gave him an extra dose of gravity
For I’m stuck in his wake since he walked past me.
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