My Mister
My Mr. Armani man is back,
Still claiming he’s not wack.
He struts his stuff almost every day,
Turning heads where ever he would stray.
The only way my head will turn,
Is if I am looking to his urn.
Copyright © Sandra Jensen | Year Posted 2007
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