Mr Saccharine Man floats through
The office party; cooing sweet
Platitudes to besotted maidens;
A butterfly in a field of Daisies.
He moves from flower to flower,
Whispering candy floss words to
Ice cream females; vapid targets for
His restless loins;
Who will become just another few
Notches on his antique bedposts.
Wearing a face borrowed from angels;
Inhabiting a model's body;
Possessing the tongue of a serpent;
Mr Saccharine Man is never frustrated;
His arrogant lust is always satiated.
