Man-at-Charms I call you
With your moderate wit and moderate looks
Your love 'harambee love'
So generous you give to all us ladies and lass' and broads alike
The center of attention.
You are broad and act many roles:
The friend , the lover , the kind stranger
So many faces
You cant be trusted
Mr. Nice/ Bad guy.
But you are very very bad, aren't you?
Dead-inside I call myself
With my easy demeanor and complicated sadness
I was dared to love
I was foolish on many degrees
First : I listened to my peers.
Second: I fraternized with the enemy.
Third:I was foolish.
All in all the man-at -charms and the tortured artist become my least favorite oxymoron.
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