Cranky old hermit
Sits embedded in piles of newspapers,
Clad in thinning blue robe and
Moccasins splattered with spilled beer.
His temples dotted with liver spots,
A cigarette affixed to his bottom lip,
He ogles the Fox News women and
Complains about 30-year-old communist
Concepts lodged in his brain like shrapnel.
There is a plaintive meow somewhere.
It smells like you think it does.
The detritus of his life, stacked and
Organized by year. He sleeps on a
Bed piled with clothes he never washes.
We pity him, but to be honest,
He's a bit of an asshole.