There was young boy
Who need I not
Unveil his faults
For he was merely a preacher
Posing as a vault
Keeping a type of truth
That was universal;
He’d hoped
He had an affinity
For words like
Demon
Sex
And infinity
When first I heard him speak
It was obvious
He did not care for dignity
With an exercised ego
And a shy imagination
He spends his time
Working on his presentation
There was a young boy
Who need I not
Fear his gambit
For he shines as bright as a dull gimmick
And jitters like a little white rabbit
PS: I couldn’t be fucked but I’m flattered you were