One Night Sham

You asked me
'Who is he, and what is he to you?'
I replied truthfully that he's nobody
Really
Just somebody who fancied a cheap root
He left before I woke up
Leaving behind the scent of coconut oil
And a full pack of Winnie Reds
He had dreads
I liked that
But I meant nothing to him
Just a hole for his inadequate tool
What a fool
He's alone now
Still prowling
Still single
Still hopeless
Still a poseur
And I am happy