Enter Platonic Man

by Rawclyde!


Twirling like a po’ boy’s yo-yo

Like a holy dime

Like two friends are supposed to rhyme

Is Platonic Man too late?

 


The woman knows pain too well

Pure beauty & truth took a bullet

A po’ boy needs a second chance

But will he get it?



Probably not

Po’ boys never get a second chance

Unless a miracle occurs & the moment is right &

All the signs are brilliantly bright



Woe is ye & woe is me

Are creeps forever

Are two friends never

Is it too late for Platonic Man?



The stars are swirling

The sky is unfurling

Swear to God I can’t do anything right

Twirling twirling



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