He is a man of very little means
who cries over practically everything
spilt milk and pork and beans
renders him impishly emotional
and without any redeeming qualities.
Except for one....
He always reacts at the dropp of a hat
never missing his chance to attack
all whom he despises for having more
than he knew he ever could or would.
He likes to cuss about the President
and his Excellency's apparent lack of gravitas.
While his ranting is most apparent
what isn't is his lost and deluded point.
He is but a flyspeck on the page
of another muted poem.
Cut out from a sick society paper
benign but still a poisoned growth
he has no redeeming qualities.
Except for one....
He can articulate his rage.
Copyright © 2007 Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan