I have my weakness learned—
Ugly, but no I can't  
for a second hate its burning light.  
I should be called reckless,  
something close to wreckless,  
you bet I prefer this maleness.  
I leave the toilet seat up,  
eat loudly and drop a ***** cup,  
take a bath then go for my long lap.  
It's the cost of my hero—  
bravery wears this kind of raw.  
Kings do what they **** well like,  
sometimes breaking rhythm, ignoring strike.