No Disco.

No Disco.
sneak

It's not easy being perfect,
setting standards as I do.
It's not my fault I'm better -
than the sorry likes of you.
I have my woes and troubles,
but I cope with grace and flair.
I really have the most -
impressive head of hair.
I am possibly the nicest -
man you'll ever meet.
So amazingly attractive -
from my head down to my feet.
I am charming and delightful.
I am sure to make your day.
On any given subject -
I have so much to say.
I am seldom left deserted.
I am always in demand.
At any social gathering -
they eat out of my hand.
Yes I really am amazing.
I give myself the bone.
So why then, dear reader,
am I dancing on my own?
Perhaps my manly stature?
I am so hard to ignore.
Yet they seem to find it easy?
Perhaps they are in awe?
Or maybe they resent -
my seductive modesty.
Bombarded by the groans -
of their animosity.
Such jealousy and anger,
I will rise above it all.
When you are this perfect -
people love to see you fall.
I will jive away the evening -
in my John Travolta flares.
Convinced I am the man -
I will bask within their glares.