Mr. Swag

A Poem by chrysocracy

I see you.

Your swagger I mean.

I like it,

and from it,

real men can glean.

How you do what you do,

others can only

dream of attaining

the sophistication,

level of class,

and down right

glamourization

of style,

sexiness, sweetness,

and did I say,

sexiness

you possess.

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Added on December 4, 2008

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