A Stroy About a Man

With all these thoughts and rhymes in my head
These words to paper that go unsaid
Blood doesn�t flow freely when poetry is shed

Let me tell you a story about a man�

He is no faker
He�s a heart breaker
Thought manipulator
While you�ve got the movers
He�s got the shakers
Make room for this risk taker when he blows into town

This man can jump into water without getting wet
Nay, walk upon it, he�s immaculate
He is the burning flames of passion
For she is the wick
And he is a white hot tinder flick

Master of a thousand faces
Visitor of infinite places
Scratch that, he belongs
Remembering all the names of the favorite local bar songs
At pubs he just happened by chance upon
Of the favorite roads he travels on

A peacemaker besides
A man who lives from your strife
And for every situation that could be solved with a knife
There�s another round on him
He knows the high life

A man who stands proud and tall
Or short stocky man, unassuming and small
A man just the same, known to one and all
So say it proud and say it loud
Another toast to the man
Named alcohol

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Naturalis, in the year 435 AD.