That’s my style. Fits me to a T. Boosts my “joy to the world” since I am on top of my game when I look so damned “nines.” Makes me feel that the dreams in my head can be mine. Blue is my crew; buttoned-down shirt with splash-wild tie; my-oh-my. My woman loves me the minute I am completely fashion-plated. “Go get ’em, King Lion.” And don’t sweat the small stuff.” Makes me roar with delight; at night.
Grey, gray boots; high tops past ankles bold, those size 12 pound the concrete, dig and hold. My string is narrow today; maybe wide tomorrow; but colors, patterns dazzle even my eyes…Lordy, I am a sight to behold. They, who am I kidding; I broke the mold. Boss man and his minions appreciate the look; the feel; they squeal in silence from the rank, because how you look means you are ready to “make bank.”
Yes, I’ll take one in pin-stripe grey, a Banker’s blue, will do too. How do I feel about Corporate black..put it back. I work in the sunshine, my brother; I can not look tacky, that would be whacked. Movado on my wrist; belt of smooth leather crowned a with a buckle from Manhattan Boulevard. That about does it me; I am put together now, in all my glory-be. So stand aside, try and keep stride; there’s plenty of my sunshine to share for free.
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