A Gentleman's Gentleman - Oxbow

You see, the Duke’s mustache is like cordite

And his head is clean-shaven

And his neck is fucking bull-like

And his fingers are muscled and tight

The Duke is deluxe and delightful

And the lovers of him all say so

Before they leave and after they go

And at the Duke’s, eyes smile all the time

And the water and the wine flow all the time

And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime

With his hands doing ALL the talking

You see there is some talk of his teeth being cut from ivory

Or something else thick from below the deep

There is some loose talk about from where the glow seeps

That shines in his eyes

…that measure the years a dollar at a time

And there’s a lot of time

And money works over here like a cleaver

Cleaver Cleaver

Despite which the Duke draws nearer

And his corded arm draws you so you can hear a little clearer

As your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden

Like all of his men

While his hands do all the talking