"Accurate, Articulate, and Aggressive" by Devon Butterfield

Envision one man alone in the wilderness,

A bow and arrow in his hand and whatever he wants in his sights nonetheless.

Vision dreams of passion explode with every bullet he fires,

He’s got a Ford F-250 King Ranch on big ol’ raised mud tires.

Nothing stands in his way, nothing slows him down,

He is the one, the only, Michael Phelps and he’s tearin’ up Cape Town.

When the number 45 rolls into Lagoon Beach,

A word of advice he will always teach.

When we heard our roommate was Michael Phelps from Suwannee,

We could only imagine how much cooler than the swimmer he must be.

Being the image of determination and confidence,

I have learned more from my new roommate than most gents.

From mud bogs to New Zealand,

The world is Michael Phelps playground, no telling where he’ll land.

I would never have had the same experiences here in Cape Town,

Without Phelps around.

Simply put, there are no replacements so don’t go hunting for one,

Because Michael Phelps has killed ‘em all, done.