Size Small Poem by Chuck Toll

Peter is a little man.
I am not his biggest fan.

With hearty laugh and portly bust,
Pete’s the type that people trust.
And he plays fair, or so he thinks
After downing several drinks.

Pete believes in shaking hands
to give you faith in where he stands.
But those who think his promise matters
Risk getting chewed to little tatters.

Alas, the truth and the conviction
Pete exudes prove mostly fiction.
For inside lurks a nasty beast
Quite prepared on you to feast.

Pete wants, above all else, to please
The circle where he feels at ease.
Driven by what these people say,
Right and wrong hold little sway.

Too lazy to sort out the facts,
Pete rarely thinks before he acts.
His order? Ready, fire, aim!
All’s well if he diverts the blame.

What prompts him to behave this way?
You'd have to go inside to say.
Pete’s motives he cares not plumb.
Could he be both bad and dumb?

Why don’t people call his bluff
And holler, “Pete, that’s quite enough! ”
The group with whom he likes to swim
Are for the most part just like him.