Campbell McGrath (1962 - / Chicago, Illinois)

Despair not Mr C. McGrath
That you've excited the bully wrath
Of the mob that eyes with praise
The poser in his shimmering haze;
Papa wrote as one two fisted,
On his genius he insisted;
Who never got over his mother’s dresses,
Or her insistence on his blond tresses;
This manly man became a bore,
To his wives he became a chore,
Always ready with a punch
For any man they had to lunch;
In the end he could not conceal
His fear of weakness that age revealed;
Paranoid he took his life,
Thoughtless of his loving wife.

Just watch me and
My appetite shakes the rock of the nation.
These lines touch me most. Thanks.

Easy target or what? Kick a dead man, will you? Hah! Hey, there, Mr. McGrath, when you accomplish as much and have given as much pleasure by your productions, when you have permanently altered the style and tenor of modern literature in your time - in other words, given your ALL in the effort, as did Hemingway, maybe someone will come along and take cheap-shots at you, too. And, in your case, Mr. Loose Lips, it will serve you right.

The last line is incorrect. It should read: The force of my MICTION makes the mighty Gulf Stream. Poets.org had it wrong for a while, but they've since corrected it.