Attend me, for all the ladies doth say
Ye good sir, thou art most desirable!
Lo, hard be it to get along today;
Popular be not he, untirable.
He’s nonplusséd and lacking in style,
He gets it not, and fie, nor doth he rate.
Redeem these shortcomings with denial,
He shall do naught but overcompensate.
Obtains he some musick, and a tattoo.
Neither suit his needs, he careth not.
Passeth he some peers, he they see right through,
He tries too hard, false confidence begot.
The world needeth wannabes to suffice,
Lo, continue with thy brand new device!