Hour 12! (Last poem)

HeĀ glides through the room
with a smug smirk
Looking dapper in his
Black tuxedo and just polished shoes

He so eloquently holds his Manhattan in one hand
While puffing on his Cuban with his other hand

He exudes confidence and everyone
Can feel it, men & women alike
He is aware of his power
And gracefully closes business deals

And gathers a pocketful of potential romances
All the while staying in motion,
Never stopping long enough for

Anyone to get too personal
What a disaster it would be
If anyone discovered the lies,
The truth behind his disguise

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