Petty Man

Here comes The petty man Who hums A silly scan He thinks In awkward urge To link A whiny surge He dwells On brilliant stuff To tell More than enough He drools Upon loose thought To pool What fancy plots He smiles As if to show Deep style In rust that grows He wears A profound face And bears A mellow trace He feels That not much more Can thrill An empty core He knows So much of truth That grows Sheer ample proof He runs Along such bits That sun Such cryptic wit Here grime Greets dense profound Trips rhyme To seize odd bounds This man On the sad verge Can blend A cranky purge. Leon Enriquez 23 April 2017 Singapore