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.