His new M.O. sleeked out and slicked back with style No holding back - take charge take no prisoners take every eye when he walks in the room and leave them - surrendering A flash of a frisky smile perfect pearly whites presenting a flurry of perfectly picked verses for your appraisal Never mind your approval He doesn't operate that way. If you can differentiate the facts from the fiction of his perfectly perfected persona prod and peel for a glimpse of the real underneath You're wasting your time for further beneath the layers of fantasy and lies the original idea of the man Rots a corpse of misplaced trust, misconstrued hope, misgivings of every single selfless act and notion that were once the sustenance of his cells. No more - He grins the super slick grin of a man caught up in the act denying his disintegrating disposition any sort of decent resurrection Another tragic M.O. system failure.