The Blaggard
The blaggard:
The loathing heart like black sack cloth for him, the blaggard.
Begrudge all and everyone around him, the blaggard.
A small petty hoodlum in no other terms.
Conceited, boastful, so grim is the blaggard.
Oh he jests and plays at others expense.
But such a small mind, so dim is the blaggard.
Filled with so much vanity.
Tom foolery his every whim for the blaggard.
Inside he knows only darkness and despair.
To earn respect of others, so slim for the blaggard.
Steven Beesley (c) 2006-01-09
Copyright © Steven Beesley | Year Posted 2012
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