The bloke's a sad sack.
To another joke of a
mad
hack.
He's beginning to
spike up
as if the heart beat
of a heart
attack.
just point and stare
call him flapjack
just once then be done with it
not worth your precious time
neglect and tragedys the sum of him
To a flip-flopper,
Gobstopper.
Act so
as your colors bleed through.
I see you
and you, and you
analyzing him like a haiku.
Well off..
but yet on the street one thinks
a ***
Of this man who takes the alcohol and drugs to make him numb.
But on the inside, through
The Corduroy and winter fabric
there stands not a man,
A boy
Who thinks himself a maverick
Sometimes.
