"Mr. Dear"
I am not in your so-called-Little-Big League,
I will never wear your pseudo-quixotic fatigues.

You will always be the one who was really kind,
But I will never hand over my Top-Secret-mind.

Nobody else will fall for your tricks,
When they realize you work with that seven-inch-stick.

Like a nocturnal pin-prick needle, it bleeds,
And like the truest of heartbeats, my heart, it needs.

This is not advice from a man in distress,
But a man in a dress could escape this mess.

If only I knew your deepest of lies,
I could tell everybody of your harmful demise.

But alas, I don't know, and we're lost from here,
But know that I'll never give in to you..

Mr. Dear.