LINES FOR A METRO SEXUAL MAN

 

 

 

 

Twentieth times you have checked yourself in the mirror,

Your hair is fine, you smell like a virgin forest, your shoe smile with designer label,

You hate pot-belly, your abs shows it.You don't smile with gums out, and does not dig your nose;

You elbows are never dark- thanks to lemon and sugar, you don't have stinky socks under your bed,

You know the difference between cream and lotion, shampoo and conditioner, manicure and pedicure, yes; you are such a cure.

You love 'How I Met Your Mother',you love trance music;

You love football, iPhone,salads, comedy flicks;

You wear hammer pants, look at me watches,and cool sunglasses,

You are good looking and you know that.

You read fashion magazine, and drive like cyclone,

You love compliments,I don't mind giving one;

You are a sucker for attention; and you deserve thousands of it,

You hate too much of details, so I keep this poem sweet and short.

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.