Charismatic Like A James Bond Villian Poem by Byron Headrick

Charismatic like a James Bond Villian
(Not the main, but the one on the side,
The henchman)
That has made, his psychical deformity into
Sociopathic weaponry
The bad guy that you never wanted to die
Somehow feeling pity like for Jaws
In 'Moonraker' floating off to fall
To earth with the lovely in pigtails and braces
We somehow knew that
What made him bad was his height and lack of
Teeth, we fantasized about him being abused as
A child by other childern
And that was why...
He could be no James Bond, No lover
Of deadly women, No suave behavior
Just a normal guy with some deep issues inside
Forced to be bad, driven by sadness and...
Well almost like us except
We manage and cope
Content to only watch and sympathize.

(For the Out Loud Poets...Michael, Holly, Allen...always in my heart)