Swanking
Handin' round the cigars
and fancy liqueurs,
wearing a black Stetson hat
and shiny boots with spurs.
Got cream in my coffee,
pants threaded with gold.
Egyptian brushed cotton.
This shit never gets old.
I was once just like you.
Hell, who am I kidding?
I was born on a yacht
and brought up in Ben Rhydding.
You could be quite like me,
if you put in some work -
a perma-tanned man-child
surrounded by jerks.
B.R. 28.08.2022
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