His heart they all did desire,
His beauty they all did seek
Their wants purely fueling the fires
of hopes he would sweep them off their feet

His face generates their squeals,
His voice gives birth to emotion
Not one, more or less, did not feel
that same dire pang of devotion

"For him," they say, "I'll die!"
"For him," they declare, "I'll wait!"
With beating hearts and admiring sighs,
they dream of their first date

But alas, hard truth is cold
It cometh regardless of inconvenience
For here it is, quite big and bold,
the source to unwanted grievance

This marvel of a man,
and truth will lay waste in its wake,
Can do nothing any human can,
for he, my friends, is fake