Because He’s Beautiful

He's an eloquent young man
He's got nothing left to plan, save for the day
No worries that may bind him
Nothing urgent that would make him change his ways

He aces elocution tests
Breezes through the ancient texts
Sight-reads Liszt, Weill, and the rest
With his indispensable intellect

He's a sophisticated lad
Well mannered, handsome, manicured and often laid
How could anyone be anything but envious of someone so profane

Jealousy and envy
Faith in God and moral stances
Blind, dumb, untrustworthy
Simply stupefied by extravagances

From club to club to pubs 'til the A.M
'Til he's headless, legless for the interim
Between the poisoned day 'til night's fallen
He awakens from some dead, long sleep
Braves the dusk to grab a bite to eat
Stocks pharmaceutical groceries
To charm all the lucky ones he meets

Pure and ignorant as an idiot
Pressed shirts so clean and delicate
Distinct and suave and elegant
How I fucking hate that wretched prick