The Fake

To you the man with unforgivable demeanor. He who walks into a room and tries to own it. When your failing miserably only to think your succeeding. You who sits at the bar alone. But yet thinks he has the company of everyone. He who is in denial and in love with a married woman. Who parks his bike in front of the door. Roaring the engine before taking out the key. You are the loneliest man I know. My entertainment. My freedom to poke fun at the BIG man. I see you with your fake grin and feminine handshake. Or is that my handshake cringing at the thought of touching you. Woman you are in love with, dream of me. For I am something you can never be. An artist.