It's not by the Eye the Silver Screen spells
Though hone your Body should Credentials meet
Some will Mentor; The Rest maintain your Cells
Which soon must Dance to Fine Arts on the Street
So what if, Athlete? Those Dimensions bound
Square their Markets for your Vessels expose
And if Succeed - a Slave's god be your sound,
Exchange your Musk for their Bidding's propose
It all depends. If Good Company keep
Though keen your Conduct must always rely
The ****** could be; Bound to Vices seep
****** bladed Virtues to never say die.
On my Skin, if the Sage's Path I chose
My Guilt slit my Scars; Then Shame me although.