Lee is like the beer he drinks
Cheap, bitter, addicting
He's overzealous and gay.
If Lee were an object
he would be a clock without hands
A man and a woman
are one
unless that man
is Lee.
The shadows painted the dark streets
with an ominous oracle
where a solemn assembly
of... just Lee, rejected
gets drunk,
Poor women
who do see that
Lee is as graceful
as a ballet-dancing goat.
The sight of Lee
soaring through the crowd
perching from one woman
to the next
never staying in one place.
