God's Gift

Hey girls, look who's here

Gods' gift just reappeared

He swaggers through the door

Weird hybrid, strangely strange

Half buff & half a joke

He never seems to change

You laugh, then get bored

He's so self assured

But something undermines

His too familiar air

For all the charm & guile

His soul is never there

He don't have no time for me

He don't want my sympathy

So I just stand and watch

His fruitless, doomed campaign

With some degree of mirth

And some dеgree of pain