He prances around like a Peacock.
Flashing all that glitters.
Grinning at his own excellence.
He struts around with a Vague meaningless expression.
Acceptance, Adoration, & Admiration are all he seeks!
So smooth and So sleek
So confident and so cunning.
Oh how foul his vanity and conceit are to me.
Disgusted and Sick are my feeling for him.
His fragrance of arrogance stings my nostrils as he walks by.
Breathing him in is as foul as the decay of mortal flesh falling off the bones.
And yet we still breath him in and we still fancy those feathers he waves around.
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