The Intimidator

by flammeusgladius

The Intimidator

 

 

He tries to be intimidating.

It’s really all that he can do.

Inside, his ego is deflating.

Outside, he says he’s good as new.

But you can see his face decaying,

The twisted frown that he’s displaying

Dissolving into fog unfeared:

He’s growing vague from hair to beard.

It’s hard to cringe at old and stupid,

At puffed-up imitation bears

Beyond all possible repairs–

About as tough as infant Cupid

As seen on vapid valentines.

The whole damn world is growing spines.

 

 

–Tom Riley