My new posture

Is welcome by all who encounter my countenance
my chiseled jaw is no match for the maw of the whale
even if it eats all the sins of the world
I sit akimbo and puff the pipe

my profile is the rile of all the chin workers
those sorry folks who eat the pork and doughs
my neck is erect like that lamp post
some shining star and greying ghost

all of us want the bodies of the taught
the ones we see on fake TV
I want what I bought
Look at me

old ones who know the ropes
are laughing at us stupid dopes
who give our monies to the hope
of everlasting love
and when i finally am awoke
I fix my worries in toke
and recall my last joke

oh i am a funny boy
a man of wax
a sexy toy
a birthday joy

my body is sinew
sin is me and you
take the leap
get off your feet
and join me in the lazy
my new posture
 
Ok then -
Is it random word kiss?
Or poetic prowess
Of she who doth possess
the lilt of nature's mistress
 
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