Capital B Shaped™

He’s shaped like a Capital B,

but built like a lowercase man.

Boobs and belly out here

auditioning for dominance

with zero spine in the middle.

Chest first, logic last.

He has more puff than proof.

You’re flexin’ trauma like it’s

triceps, but can’t lift

accountability if it came with

handles and a warning label.

He critiques women’s waistlines

while camouflaging his own

under 3XL dreams and barstool

philosophies.

Sir, your silhouette has more

bounce than your résumé.

You bench-press excuses

and call it emotional weightlifting.

Volume up, value missing.

Always “building empires”

but never built a healthy

boundary.

You’re not alpha.

You’re not beta.

You’re barely emotionally literate.

Capital B Shaped™.

Curved like delusion.

Loud like insecurity.

Flat and limp where it counts.

Until it doesn’t.