A quick poem from last Friday....

Here's something I quickly wrote out of sheer inspiration.

Epiphany to Frank Stallone

At first, I thought he was outsizing his schtick.
But now, he seems to be a complete dick.
Maybe he doesn’t hump the Earth’s girls,
Yet his love for Trump skews his black swirls.
His libido may be no cheap pole,
Yet maybe it stands to any good blow.
 
When learning of his apparent bigotry,
I shiver to think he dares to be a guido.
Each gloat from his mouth sprouts Cheeto-breath,
Exposing himself to death of respect.
 
Oh! Such a shame.
                                        A good guitarist with none left to blame.
Pity dear tan man,
                                                Your racism through proxy kills beloved fans.