Imperial Slim

He’s six-foot-one and his clothes always fit.
He sees you looking but he don’t give a shit.

He’s Imperial… Slim.

He’s got more bitches than your fingers can count
but that’s not a figure that he cares to flount.

He’s Imperial… Slim.

Yes, he’s Imperial… Slim.

He’ll pass you in line without a second thought.
The things you wanna own? He’s already bought.
Those cries in the night are the ones he’s caused.

Not a blemish,
not a scar,
not the tiniest flaw.

He’s Imperial Slim.

First draft: 140417
Published: 231115