Smoking Man (Cancer male)

Self describtion, as written

Here I am for the world to see

do read my words carefully

they were not written, souly by me

but are the truth, undoubtedly.

 

The cancer man, standing ground

hiding underneath, at the first sound

cant push me, cant pull me

I'll walk on my own

when in the right mood

I'll make this all known

　

Cautious and careful at ever step

a billion thoughts with every breath

my ego and faults

are the worst, and the best,

these are things you can never test.

 

At moments notice, I can please any crowd

full of good jokes, my actions are loud

just as quick, I'll sit back down

hopefully there weren't too many around.

 

Faithful and honest, maybe I'll be

not sure this will end happily

a tight nit group, of only family

blood we must share

not just the candy.

 

Masked and disguised

just to hear an honest reply

I will not judge, if you must lie

my hearts on my sleeve

but no tears in my eyes

the best in my field

it comes at a price, never a prize.

 

The smoking man,

happy go lucky,

full of hope, full of envy

a new moon shines

a new man is born

like the rose bush

I come with thorns.