he is famous inside his head

it matters not if ever true

it’s perhaps why he was bred

to be famous-er than you

strangers fawn and pamper him

then oddly hit him with a quiz

from their smile and on a whim

they ask him who someone is

but somehow he always knows

he brings joy to those around

who are thrilled from head to toes

for a good-er boy cannot be found

art: within reach by Cristina Penescu


A contemptible, sloven cur, is he

Always quickest to pick a fight

Quicker still to hide or flee

A rabid dog without the bite

Time one day will put him down

Though his father began years before

While the bitch went off to lift her gown

A beaten pup, a father’s rage for the whore

He tries to put himself to sleep

This barfly, this drunken hound

Makes a living by being the creep

Hoping his time will soon come around

No love was shown this mangy beast

A mistake who was allowed to breathe

He’ll make the most of what is least

Until his fangs no longer seethe