The Poser
I came to class, I suppose
to learn to master a pose
My athleticism gives me a chance
to always feel "advance"
and mesmerize everyone, on my mat
I'm a Poser
Who worries 'bout that mental, mumble jumble
In my line of work, I can't afford to be humble
So I bring my A- game
And all the cool peeps know my name
It's like high school and I'm the cool cat
I'm a Poser
See, I approach Yoga like I do everything else
Forget self realization, I'm absorbed with myself
So like a rooster, I strut
Cause everyone in class knows, what's up
I'm the hunk with the sweet, ass, tatts
I'm a Poser
Yeah, I'll do this, Yoga stuff, until I get bored
Then I'll find another way to show off my "sword"
I guess, that's just my life
constant stress and strife
for after the conquest
I always feel flat
Cause,
I'm a Poser
T.C
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