a sexual poem about Elon musk... πŸ˜³πŸ˜πŸ˜„πŸ˜†πŸ˜…πŸ€”πŸ˜‚πŸ§‘‍πŸ”§

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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