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The big cheese.
Head honcho.
All sparkling white shirt and bravado.
Dapper trousers so tight they make his balls shine.
Smart little pointy shoes that’ll cleave hearts in two.

The ego of the man is as big as his briefcase.
I have never seen so much freshness in a man.
Like he’d just stepped from a bath.
His skin glowing with the water’s warmth, as soft as fur on a Summery peach.

The man has aged well.
No scars or wrinkles.
No wife or kids.
No time, no inclination, no need....
But is that just the way things seem?
Maybe no one wanted him?
Or was he too hard to please?
Always looking for something better.
Less boring.
Less average.
Because he’s soooo above average.

A good job, a flying career.
Head hunted from here to Korea.

Surprisingly - quite an attractive man.
For all the swagger and clout.