Luck Be A Lady

    Lucky, he’s so lucky
       he knows he lucked out
             (as a lover of women)
     to be graced by a good woman
      he’s grateful
 expresses gratitude freely
       as wine flows freely
 (only take a couple freelies
    before it starts feeling weird)
   love, well that’s free
        but all that love & luck
                    booze & gratitude
                    masks like Mardi Gras
                    covers like a sleeve
                           what’s tattooed on his heart
                                 (love me)
                            (love me)
                       (love me) (so I can love myself).

Only a guy who calls himself Herotomost could get away with this.