[Das Outsider]

Therefore, good Reggie Bush, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your agent,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of your fate which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Vince:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary trophies my love
To every new candidate; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know...

[Baraonda]

It don't rhyme.