Early fifties and fairly flamboyant
He had a walk that bounced
from his jivey honky ankles
enlivening the curls that trampoline off his brow
Bouncing and frolicking on his forehead
he seemed to be dancing as he strolled
querulous and churly
Failing on the makeup
Every trick in the book dribling down
dampening the technicolor shirt
He was snorting lines of his anarchis modis operandi
Plotting always, strutting out pretending not to care
Then fading back into the ridiculous churlish state
Whatever he sees is a tool for his drama and chaos
His body dips down and bobs up
He walks here and there curbside avoiding random pebbles
You can see the skip in his step you can see the whole hidden dinosaur
From every sound making oriface -loutish scoffs
The tone of voice sparks the cigar, hope smokes away
He didn´t sport very much of that hard tack savvy
But his little nugget of wisdom shone nevertheless
Accept that piece of yourself you deem most unworthy
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