with a lady comes a gentleman,
with the uncouth comes the vulgar.
adapting like a chameleon,
he is never seen in his rudimental.

complex reasons tell the tale,
yet simplexity roams in the midst.
who cares bout the details,
all will be lost in the twist.

twist of fate,
as the sayin goes.
what appears on the surface,
aint the same in the host.

mind is straight,
but the loins are tight.
which will triumph in the wake,
he will have to decide.

he shall stand tall in defeat,
and bow low to victory.
a true man should bear such feat,
in search of glory.