well hello hello big man you're looking quite suave i must say your almost palpable gloss is off the fat of the land i suppose you could say you're the leader of the band but you choose not to; you're far too smart for obvious moves understandably, it's been goodbye to all that stuff from years ago they suffer densely and in perpetuity who wait for providence is your guiding principle; so the quicker, the greedier, the better!
this poem is now probably in its final-version form