BAD BOYS

I don’t know about you

But I always fall for the bad boys

The ones who lay half naked in speedos

On the beach in the summer sun

Basking like lazy iguanas on the island of Santiago

I don’t know about you

But l have always fallen for the bad boys

The ones that are tall and have tanned skins with cryptic tattoos

The boys who walk shirtless on the high street like models of Abercrombie and Fitch

I don’t know about you

But I always fall for the one and only boy

With a cigar in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other

The one who visits the gym daily

Has a six-pack, takes a protein shake

And dons American apparel underwear