I got mad love for men,
men of deep designs, men
of glorious dreams, men
of magnificent memories,
men of platinum status in sync
with the power of the whirling
wind, shimmering seas, grand
features, thick eyebrows of towering
trombones, jazzy, dazzling, grasslands
of gleaming desires, grasslands of flaming
vowels, vivid perimeters, and centimeters
seeping into spectacular meters.  Men
of light.  Men of flight.  Men of timeless
rewinds.  Men of defined dimensions,
invigorating inventions, seamless eyes,
deep minds brightening beyond the bridges
of life, soulful imagination, a million
creations of epic explorations, juicy lips
filled with burning beats, upbeat angles,
chests of captivating continents, chests
of growing gardens, chests of astonishing
architecture.  Men of glowing vibrations.
Men of intense shine.  Men of artistic
masterpieces.  Men of picturesque
platforms, complex thoughts exceeding
boundless galaxies, bursting boulevards,
bones of glory, bones of majestic kingdoms,
absolute borders, crowned nouns, and pronouns,
lucid rhymes and sweet lyrical content.
Men of ******* rhythms.  Men of fire
slamming rockets.  Men of soul.
Men of flowing verbs.  Men of high
blazing swag, thrilling tattoos, and dope
flow, bling-bling, chains of glistening
stars, harbor of amazing streets becoming
crystal bright and full of delight.  Men
of brilliant bandannas.  Men of denim
and spectacular style, flashy rides,
flawless rims, the heart of their existence
a captivating collection traveling throughout
endless lands.