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Harpoon Loouey - Pseudonym Pen Bukowski

although just a pint size Notre Dame 
hunched quarter back 
     with rock solid state frame
Pen (short for pennilessness), 

     a generic cents less game
some dime a dozen 
     day late dollar short left lame
leg quarter back 
     reminisced to the regular name
mass a chew sitz 
     bay thing ghosts of shame

full gory days his 
     unbridled victories on the grid
iron, what he lacked in stature, 
     he more than hid
as stealth weapon 

     compensated as air tight lid, 
when getting hold of pigskin 
     grasped for dear life
     after he instantaneously 
     morphed into octopus squid

as his tentacled suction-cupped fingers 
     dug into the thick 
leather as if going 
     on whale'n expedition 
     after he did slick
his harpoon, this smirking,
 
     eponymous, notorious, 
     and villainous sea sunned 
     marine monster (he proudly and quick
lee happily posed atop cetaceous creature 
     moments prior to prick
king the infamous Moby Dick,

which briny deep exploits landed him a gig 
as one super (albeit pint sized) athlete, 
     plus adept at performing an Irish jig, 
whence (by George) his polymath 
"Twinkle Toes" Shaw man ship agility 

     spread be yon male pig 
former and latter noms de plumes 
     hash-tagged, and etched 
     on his tombstone after 'til rig
or tenon mortise peri wig

gulled last living breath of salty air
after exhausting simony lick kits bare
meanwhile, forever refining 
     blubbering profane words crystal clear

aware that his demise could occur, 
     perhaps during exploit far out to sea 
     with salty water everywhere,
thus this thick raunchivist

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