Fred
Fred
is a content warning
with pipe cleaner legs
and a snappy little beret
frightened by
dissatisfied with
shifty shadows cast
by what
purports
proclaims
proposes
to be solid
hosts an open house and locks the doors
clinging to a coward’s mind
that understands enough to make it
hurt but not enough to make it stop
hopes for heaven
only if it comes with valet parking
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Love the shape and form of this poem and love the ending!
“pip cleaner legs” and “snappy little beret” — vivid.
and the last couplet sums up many Freds.
good.
Sweet evisceration here, Mike! Wield that knife.
conflicted fellow, this Fred
“Fred/is a content warning”! Oh my!! Enjoyed this.