Gentlemen, cufflinks locked like moonlight on chrome,
We glide on the downbeat, silk soles never alone.
Tip the brim, whisper grace to the night,
Every step a signature, scented with cedar and light.
We don’t chase—trace constellations in our wake,
Polished shoes converse with streets, smooth as a lake.
Snap-close the watch, time behaves when we arrive,
Leave chaos star-struck, etiquette fully alive.