with your Big plans
and Big dreams
Big ideas
and Big schemes
Black and fat
as a storm cloud
with a leather jacket
as your shroud
tough as gristle
with an attitude
as thistle
thick as cement
and hell-bent on
the things you don’t have
brass is your knuckles
tacks for your eyes
you’re so sticky
you scare off the flies
I’m scared of you
I’m so little
I fit in your shoe