He sleeps silently like one of an angel,
He thoroughly walks like a tramping evil.
When he stares, you will surely melt,
Undresses you well leaving your one tight belt.
He has this picture wearing black shades of wrong,
He sings with guitar in an old stupid weirdest song.
If he talks, I so ask myself like? Is he drunk?
When he talks, it feels like he sniffs a fart of skunk.
He usually loses his mood like thrice a week,
I don’t know if this odd guy has a terrible sick.
I remember the day when he fainted in vacant stairs,
Guys were shocked when he rolled like those cuddly bears.
When you get to know him, he is one of the coolest lads.
He’s the best among the best buds in a group of brads.
I so wanted to see him grow as a developed creature,
A man with maturity and will surely think about his real future.
