I'm Haute Couture Poem by Kelvin Rush

Bigger house better car
Strut around like a star
Full of bling look at me
I'm the greatest thing since Muhammad Ali

I talk in rhymes I make no sense
My head and ego are quite immense
I'm ripped and torn pretty and fair
I'm sleazy and arrogant but I don't care

I walk around in tailored suits
Conditioned hair dyed at the roots
I'm six foot four golden brown
The belle of the ball the talk of the town

I love myself that's for sure
I'm incredibly unique I'm haute couture
I get better with age like vintage wine
I'm fatal attraction irresistible sublime

I live alone no one comes near
Even my family stay well clear
I have no friends no one that's close
I don't know why jealousy I suppose