Cartoons With-Out Pictures

He has forearms much like Popeye; he loves his pork and beans; And the mussels bulge all over; especially his jeans. His face looks like a road map;his attitude is harsh; He likes to take the girls he meets; to his hideout in the marsh Like a poet who don’t know it; In his face it surely shows it; But if you look it’s all around us He’s as old as Nostradamus People say he’s no good; and maybe they are right; That’s what many like to have; when the lights go out at night. He has been called the ghost man; but Casper he is not; He’s the midnight bedroom dancer; cooking up his plots And he’s not as fat as hell; he can see all his essentials And the stories in the break rooms say; this fellow has potential He sits there reading magazines; titled avant-garde; And all in there is easy; but out here it’s so hard. Oh my God these pictures; have no flowers or a moon; The drawer in this write does think; the digs are coming soon. But ah predictability; such a pleaser to the crowds; It’s like television cartoons; being played too loud. No offense is offered; except those fences that are broken; And the cartoon with-out pictures; the artist is just joken; But if it passed you over; just look from over here; You can laugh like crazy at it all; or cry all in your beer.