A Strange Spasm



His methods were almost simplistic...

He seemed anachronistic...

His attitude totally chauvinistic...

His words often linguistic...


He lost his large enthusiasm...

No longer using sharp sarcasm...

His wounded ego caused a chasm...

His thoughts going into a strange spasm...


He finally reached a mindful sensation...

Letting out a sudden aeration...

He reached his own infatuation...

Something akin to mental masturbation...


His head became a thoughtful collection...

Of a series of curious inflection...

Brought on by a strange affection...

Towards his own personal reflection...


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