The sweat trickles down his neck nearly lost
In muscles he is building with each rep --
He builds them with each drunk man he has tossed --
He crafts his body, careful with each step.
His suit and Lamborghini both were made
By hand in Italy -- he made his wealth
Himself, and every debt is always paid --
He's generous and in financial health.
His words are worshiped, musical and light,
Complex and deep, reflects his spirit, mind --
He'll take a bird, reflect his own delight --
The web he weaves are words you will unwind.
The peacock lifts his eyes and spreads them wide --
His demonstrations are the peahen's guide.