His methods were almost simplistic...
He seemed anachronistic...
His attitude totally chauvinistic...
His words often linguistic...

He lost his large enthusiasm...
No longer using sharp sarcasm...
His thoughts going into a strange spasm...
His bruised ego triggered a chasm...

His head became a thoughtful collection...
Of a series of curious inflection...
Brought on by a strange affection...
Towards his own personal reflection...

He finally reached a mindful sensation...
Letting out a sudden aeration...
He reached his own infatuation...
Something akin to mental masturbation...

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