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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

An Ode to Cancerless

What beauty; to behold such win
How single man born perfection
Blessed beholding him again
I wept the first time, that is when
I knew among us there was win
Doubtless among us perfection

To tell his feats, where to begin
He invented the cotton gin!
And saved those orphaned by Stalin!
And gave birth to lonelies, a twin
So at least there's a next-of-kin
One week old, mastered violin
Bringing tears of hope to women.
Invented cancer medicine.
Beat it again, again, again.

Were God himself tasked depiction
He'd fess up, "how did he happen?
I donno where I must have been,
He's too on point for me to pin!"

The struggle put on hold demon
With angel, both forget of sin
And swoon catching glimpse just his chin,
The big bang happened with his grin
When first sighting you'll trip, bruise shin,
But he don't bruise that porcelain skin

He makes the hungry glad they're thin,
Flawlessness will make your head spin
And they can't afford a puke bin
The light that shines from cheeks, his grin
In dead of night; cures all poison
His touch can turn to gold mere tin
If you don't know, the hell you been?

Cause there's a man I know, a fin
Who embodies all perfection
A man beloved by Putin,
Whose heart has only room within
For beauty born one man, a fin.....
Pinnacle of sheer perfection.

Yeah, embodies all perfection

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