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 The Last Don Juan



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Lady killer known to his friends
A flirt, lover who never tends
To stick around, to ease the pain
Of hearts broken, forgotten names

His list longer than one can count
Of ladies met that would amount
To nothing more than one night stands
Carefree his thoughts unloving man

He plays women like cheap card tricks
Suave, debonair his acts inflict
The crack that starts across a chest
Broken, heartfelt and meaning less

He wines and dines and pats himself
On back not caring what they felt
His cause his own, with no regrets
Siphons victims, quickly forgets

The Last Don Juan will get his day
When old he is and no one lays
Beside the man who had no heart
Decrepit sight, used up all fart

Too old to kiss, too young to die
He'll live his days dreaming the lies
That caused many anguish to date
The tide now turned, unloved by fate

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