Apr 08, 2009 17:14
Revealed
You can tell a lot about a man
by the way he does his tie,
The half hearted Windsor,
The all or nothing full Windsor,
Even the bow tie,
As if the man who wears it is
a gift, a present for the eyes,
You can tell more
by the way he makes his coffee,
Three packets of sugar with milk,
No sugar with extra cream,
Or the maverick,
Who takes it black
to emphasize his originality,
You can tell some more
by the way he bowls,
Full speed with no intent for perfection,
All about the curve, sans the strength,
Or even the guy who finds a way to contain
the charisma of the 7-10 split,
You can tell even more
by the blade he uses to shave,
The straight razor badass,
The quad razorpilegic,
Or the electric razor user
dependent on electricity
to perform maintenance,
But, you can tell the most about that man
by the way he treats his mate,
The liar who conceals himself
in weak verses that never push the limit,
Slowly recognizing the irony
in the title of his own poem.