So
What's everyone's plans
For New Year's?
The dropping of the ball
In times square?
Send an invite to the guy
Who's on his third divorce...
He makes bad decisions,
So it could be fun...
He swings both ways,
But is also cool as a platonic friend...
With a
Gas station boner pill,
He's the God of Fuck...
He's a poet and one time novelist...
An artist,
A musician...
He can blow your doors off
With karaoke
And soul...
Intelligent conversation
With blue tinged humor...
Awkwardly smooth...
The realest motherfucker
In the house
(Just don't let him near your mother)...
He's seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attacked ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
He watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time,
Like tears in rain.
Sorry,
That lapsed
Into the end of
Blade Runner...
Amazing soliloquy...
He's a super soldier/sex slave
Monarch experiment...
He's got that mutant X-factor...
And that
Cold steel sense of humor
Like Deadpool...
A genius like Tony Stark...
But hidden away in a box
For years and years
Of unholy matrimony...
Stolen from the flesh pool
Because of a soft heart
Pumping ice water
Through his veins...
He ages like a vampire...
And has the same power to charm
When motivated to use it...
He can play the long game
If he catches the right
Scent on the wind...
He's slow to anger,
But doesn't really put up with shit...
He knows who he is,
And he can analyze
Who you are
In one conversation...
Don't let him inside your head,
Unless you are
Just as fearless
As he...
Jump without a parachute
And land on your feet...
It defies
The accepted laws of nature,
But nature
Is far more cunning
Than you think...
Even if you revere it,
From a distance,
A little intimidated,
But strangely intrigued...
x
What's everyone's plans
For New Year's?
The dropping of the ball
In times square?
Send an invite to the guy
Who's on his third divorce...
He makes bad decisions,
So it could be fun...
He swings both ways,
But is also cool as a platonic friend...
With a
Gas station boner pill,
He's the God of Fuck...
He's a poet and one time novelist...
An artist,
A musician...
He can blow your doors off
With karaoke
And soul...
Intelligent conversation
With blue tinged humor...
Awkwardly smooth...
The realest motherfucker
In the house
(Just don't let him near your mother)...
He's seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attacked ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
He watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time,
Like tears in rain.
Sorry,
That lapsed
Into the end of
Blade Runner...
Amazing soliloquy...
He's a super soldier/sex slave
Monarch experiment...
He's got that mutant X-factor...
And that
Cold steel sense of humor
Like Deadpool...
A genius like Tony Stark...
But hidden away in a box
For years and years
Of unholy matrimony...
Stolen from the flesh pool
Because of a soft heart
Pumping ice water
Through his veins...
He ages like a vampire...
And has the same power to charm
When motivated to use it...
He can play the long game
If he catches the right
Scent on the wind...
He's slow to anger,
But doesn't really put up with shit...
He knows who he is,
And he can analyze
Who you are
In one conversation...
Don't let him inside your head,
Unless you are
Just as fearless
As he...
Jump without a parachute
And land on your feet...
It defies
The accepted laws of nature,
But nature
Is far more cunning
Than you think...
Even if you revere it,
From a distance,
A little intimidated,
But strangely intrigued...
x
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