whatever bad the portents show
he’ll keep to where he needs to go;
but of him, there’s no evidence —
for he has claws, not
fingerprints
Tag: Persona
The Metamorph
People who saw him on the street thereafter commented that he’d either lost weight or done something different with his hair; however, he knew that his transformation into a scrappy badger had been so seamless, few would be able to put it into words unless it was pointed out to them.
To share is human:
Scrappy Badgerthon, 2016
By the shores of Tallahappy
Came a badger, stout and scrappy
Busting out a new persona
People say is dumb. And crappy.
But he swaggers on, undaunted;
By no sanity he’s haunted,
Feeling luck is on his side, and
With self-image way too vaunted.
On the scrappy badger blunders
Seeing new poetic wonders
With his claws and bit too long
And with a voice that shakes and thunders —
There’s no meaning to this madness;
There’s no overarching gladness;
There’s just scrappy badger, and
His soft world of grass
And sadness
To share is human:
The Scrappy Badger of Poetry
I’m very fierce
I’m very very fierce;
I’ll take a stand, then disappear
Like Ambrose Bierce;
I’ll bust out more bon mots
Than pro’s like Hawkeye Pierce —
And cheap. You won’t find such a deal
Even at
Sierce
