In Defense Poem by David McLansky

In Defense



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.

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