If You Know What I Mean
Testing his role as a friend,
he bluffs his way past mistakes.
Believing friendships end,
he oft gives less than he takes.
Much like a jester of old,
his wit is honed sharp and quick.
And he struts, cocky and bold,
with guile and a tongue too slick.
Chasing love and doing dope,
his future seems somewhat bleak.
For dreams addicted to hope
often devastate the weak.
Conniving for a fast buck,
he treats life like a con game.
And willing to press his luck,
given ash, he'll conjure flame.
His hands are covered in dirt,
yet music plays in his soul.
And broken by years of hurt,
it's clear; time levied its toll.
He is known for cavorting
with women, tall, dark, and lean.
But he's fond of distorting
truths; if you know what I mean.
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