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 got 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.