a sexual poem about Elon musk... π³ππππ π€ππ§π§
A withering gaze
And a sometimes smile,
Deep thoughts
All the while.
His muscles ripple
Under a plain grey tee
His footsteps echo
Of a stumbling nature
Carving out a path
For his solid hips.
As for his stomach
It brings to mind a whale
Proud and mysterious.
What does he do
To look so well?
He's a carnivore!
No further questions.
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