So over the fellah

 
So over the fellah who
ruled by his limbic …
never looks north
of my de-co-le-tage…

His mind's been reduced to a pinprick...
only the basest of instincts … remaining

You know the one, girls…I know you've been where
he'll play with your parts
while forgetting you're
there.

The King of Couth
he will never be ...
not one social skill
lies tucked up his sleeve.

Gets by on his looks
he's tall, and he's handsome
as an attention getter
he's simply divine

Since he possesses no
intellect of his own
he cannot perceive it
in others…

Best left to himself, girls
in fact... run for cover...
you have just come across
World's most god awful lover.