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225. GQ Man

A white shirt and a red tie
With a dark blue suit to match
I look the epitome of success
According to single girls I’m a great catch
My hair is done in a special way
My nails are trimmed just so
I wear nothing but the most expensive shoes
And only to the finest restaurants do I go
I am the GQ man
The man whom everyone admires
I look and play the part so well
And never have a problem fulfilling my desires
I captain a company with great respect
Although those who serve me are quite smart
Unfortunately it is their misfortune to be fat or small
In this world only good looks takes you farther
I could grace many an ad
No matter what is said or being sold
I simply need to smile with my white teeth
And I’ll collect residuals until I’m quite old
But if truth be told I am not happy
Those who surround me never listen
They feed off me and just want to be seen
As if their association will assist in some mission
So you men who frown when I pass
Don’t think for a moment I wouldn’t be you
Only you really know what it is to be liked
For success doesn’t bring happiness too


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