A Heel And His Art Of His Feel? Poem by Hubert Wilson

Mighty mouth of such a bore!
Incredibly crude in female lore.
Sporting ridiculous thinning hair like no other.
Only rivals that of an old rabid, mangy sheep dog mother.
Grandiosely thinks women can not resist his twisted charm.
Yearning to place his hands in private areas that alarm.
Nauseating is his approach to trapping his prey.
In brazenly grabbing in a most disgusting way.
Surely one woman does deserve some blame.
To birthing this pervert to play his lewd game?