THE MAN YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE
beware, he’ll talk you to death
while puffing on a cigarette
you can find him standing by the jukebox
begging for a quarter, waiting at the
pool table for an out-of-town mark
he’s a would-be soldier
looking for a battle zone
a boner without a bone
he’s a sex addict hiding under the bed
a towel-man cleaning up semen
from a whorehouse bedspread
he’s a second rate don juan
reciting the 23rd psalm
he’s the chef you never see
in a rich man’s restaurant
he’s the difference between
night and day
a preacher who sells options
on how to pray
he’s the man behind the window
in the downtown pawnshop
he’s a crooked weather-beaten cop
dining on mashed potatoes and pork chops
he’s the ugly face you see on cable TV
trying to win over you and me
he’s a funeral mortician bringing
you sadness and gloom
he’s into yoga and a master of zen
he’s the feed in a pigpen
he has his nose up the ass of anyone
who can do him a favor
he comes in twenty-four different flavors
he’s the stain left behind in the church-pew
he’s the masturbating monkey at the zoo
he’s a shoe salesman, a fortune-teller
a dying man with a 106 degree fever
he’s a jack-of-all trades
dressed in designer jeans and wearing shades
he’s as old as mankind, a cheap treasure find
he’s the man you never hope to see
when you look at yourself
in the mirror
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