Aficionado
Aficionado of coffee, films and books,
and quite a few unique facial hair looks,
describes my friend Szabo: he drinks espresso,
and enjoys strutting about in stilettos.
Alright, I admit, the last trait was a lie,
but you'd laugh if you saw those shoes on this guy.
His taste in music, I cannot understand,
In fact, I doubt that any man can,
though he’d be glad to discuss the topic with you,
so long as you were prepared to worship his view.
Again, that last line holds no truth at all,
I just had to incorporate: the kingdom, worship or the fall.
Aside from him being my brother in Christ
(and the fact that I slept in a bed with him twice!),
I’m at a loss for exactly what keeps us so tight
(No—it definitely goes back to one of those nights).
Sophisticated, an intellectual, most the things I am not,
do a damn good job depicting my friend Scott.
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That last stanzaragraph was pretty much the best little bit of poetry I've ever read!! A++++
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