You stand six feet five inches tall blazing blonde buttoned up with a beery smile.
You the American dream irresistible to a woman’s gaze.
You never wrong a perfect citizen free from burden.
You all knowing enriched with wisdom from Andrew Tate.
You love the same way one hates deteriorating the brain.
You pawn people a game of chess that plays in your head.
You think bold but broken a blubbering idiot.
You seek the weak a reflection of your own.
You kill the good and feed the evil.
You this image you choose.
You a god in your own eyes.
You are minute to me.