He cannot be seen through eyes that gleam

His name is has beamed light on t the unseen

He carries his bag with a foldout tag

With letters inscribed that cannot be described

Never been seen on the photography screen

He hides in the shadows lurking with beam

Shuttered and uttered crossed and cut

He stands out and never goes dark

He fights a night on top with tights

Shinning in the sun he dives like a dove

He carries a gun

Because he’s after the sun

Followed by many who want to be done

He goes on missions that are really fun

Sleeping with girls is his passion under the sun

Naming the beautiful is one too many

What he is after could be any

He rides in the lambo that is considered t o be yellow

Inspired by the great is what makes him a saint

He stands at last in acting like a fool

Beginning to think he’s going to duel

But he is deceived by his greedy old deed

The one he owed and never sold

He lies still with nothing but his gill

Too bad he’s on land now

Rotting to the ground

And that was the day

He took his last breath