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The loneliest man in the world
by Mikey Bustos (2005)

The loneliest man in the world lives in a bubble,
where he feels safe and out of all toil and all trouble,
away from love and emotional rubble,
he finds security from being his own devoted couple.

The loneliest man in the world feels free,
to fly like a butterfly from she to she,
to indulge in the pleasures that come by he,
untied, unbridled, independent indeed.

The loneliest man in the world shares a part,
without even knowing, of his very heart,
each time he makes love like passion like art,
painting hundreds of portraits, he's making his mark.

The loneliest man in the world is convinced,
that the drive to love is better shaved and minced,
like a deadly fruit that should first be rinsed,
before consuming a piece and only a pinch.

The loneliest man in the world was a boy,
once upon a time living life so coy,
letting love fill his heart with motion and joy,
only to discover it would kill his poise.

So now the loneliest man in the world says bye,
to yet another of his portraits another man did buy,
Another piece of his heart he'll fight and he'll try,
to ignore the wounds made fresh inside.

On to the next portrait he moves,
as a fresh canvas moves into his grooves,
the loneliest man, he paints and he proves,
that he dines from a vast array of fine foods.

But what he denies each and every time,
is that painful feeling inside that I'm
the loneliest man in the world, and I'm
Like a deceptive poem whose final line never rhymes...

Poet's notes - The fact that the final line of every stanza doesn't really rhyme with the final words of preceeding lines within the stanza, is representative of a false sense of completion associated with promiscuity and an unwillingness to go all the way and fall in love.