This poem is dedicated to “The Man™”– currently on a run of the DT’s — flailing in his war on Iran, some won that wouldn’t know peace if it hit him in the ahead…
The Man™ – Owed to The Man Squared
He is Narcissus
With a new clear bomb
When he looks in
The mere
Limpid pools
What does he sea?
The Man™
Soully UN Abel
To efface
The impossible
That is
Seize himself
The all
Might he
Sees fire
Pilloried
In too be or knot to be
As wear have
Awe the flowers gone
To grave yar’s
Every wearer
