Mr Playboy

Part 1
He breezes around with a princely step
He sparks from head to toe as if clad in pure gold
He emits the odor of heavenly rose gardens
He irradiates a magnetic pull, potent
like the Bermuda triangle
He eases about with the importance of
the town mayor
He assumes an arrogance of a king lion
marking his territory
He wheezes his super-luxurious style around
as if to announce his rather obvious presence
His alluring demeanour
easily dizzying even to the most affluently strong-minded lasses
they can't help feeze for his attention
Unaware, he is a huffy brute
He is obnoxious and unfeeling
He is Mr. Playboy.

Part 11

He is quick in noting a credulous soul
He plays on its sweetness and naivete
He saps into its mere existence
He falters not in his well mastered deleterious plots
He entangles it intricately into his byzantium cycle
Buying into its patriotic loyalty
Till it is in cognizant to his oppressive nature
And his cloying attitude
But not for long, he is not the kind to loom
In conquered territories !
He is Mr. Playboy

Part 111
After the momentarily bliss
When his restlessness leads him to abandon its bosoms
The soul will awaken from its haze
Lost in a deep emotional sea
Frantically it will fight to stay afloat
It will wish to reach the shore
But on it he has anchored a heavy yoke
What else, he drilled out its heart
And fed it to the birds of the air
For mere survival and sanity
The poor soul will cling onto him
He though will not cease
To blatantly trash its piety
Yet, he is aware, its hooked on him
And that feeds into his tyrannous attitude
As be breezes off to deceit another
He is Mr. Playboy



by Nanu