God’s Gift

Hey girls, look who's here
Gods' gift just reappeared
He swaggers through the door
Weird hybrid, strangely strange
Half buff & half a joke
He never seems to change
You laugh, then get bored
He's so self assured
But something undermines
His too familiar air
For all the charm & guile
His soul is never there
He don't have no time for me
He don't want my sympathy
So I just stand and watch
His fruitless, doomed campaign
With some degree of mirth
And some dеgree of pain