A Pair of Effeminate Legs

His legs are streaky, his thoughts are bigoted,

His words are sugary, insincere, only frictional.

He's dramatic, thinks he's capable of creating 

An impact wave, the waves fail to hit the shore.

 Thinks himself as an intellectual, imposes himself
 
with the blunt sword made of mud

 upon the poor folk.

Highly ungrateful, floats around trying to pocket

people he thinks he needs, sings songs of praise

While it becomes burial songs to true hearts.

If someone asks me to name him, I would only

call him as Mr. Hypocrite!