Rebel at Heart Thomas Sabo 2012

I almost fell for you, putting on a black (leather) jacket that turns out to be cheap plastic when touched, standing in front of me and casually juggling overripe oranges.
What thoughts I had, James Dean or at least Marlon! Blasphemy!
Just Horst, oh what am I saying, not even Peter!
And faster than I can say "one," you lose the fruit and it bursts overripe in the dust. Loser, besides, you have no stamina!
But you are sticky, damn sticky, thank heaven you exhale your earthly life after an hour.
But I know you, I've encountered you somewhere before, in the late 70s of the last century. I couldn't stand you back then either.