John Doe
Who is John Doe, that question might pollute you
In loose terms he's a storm chaser
Worms and couscous work up an appetite fora small breakfast
Detest the world that he now lay in
Parley and speakeasies but he stays silent
Seldom violent reeks of meaty concoctions
Peachy schnapps sometimes
Don't believe in reiki, palms or religion
He knows taking alms is assuming positions he can't
Never recant on his word cause Integrity is his salary
Mother raised him well taught him what code of valor mean
Valentines was uneventful
Casanova could woo her clear schedule
But every suitor fled once He spoke as he was meant to
Jane was an exception Jane was different, Jane was a blessing
Closer to his heart than the voyager rendered void by the ploy of high tides
Ordained by mother nature, oh, the sailor's heart
Crushed to a million pieces
Post that, familiar defense
Famished but formed a fortress Round his heart and Jane could see it
Confidant she kept his secrets but work demanded she often leave him
Leave him be!
Enough, more about John Doe
John Doe, mind mach one like Concorde
No aristocrat, John Doe, a peasant, a rat
Most prized possession, his presence of mind
John Doe stingy with his time
Binge reader, never a bottom feeder
Nepotism was never in his favor
Lives life like a naxal
Interest include crude oil like dark shit
Parchment over paper, that's how it's been since the start
Rudimentary arts abolished