That Ain’t Rick

by flammeusgladius

That Ain’t Rick



(for Maria Martin)



We have seen Rick Grimes on his knees before–
at Terminus, where he was set to be
butchered for meat. There, threatened to his core,
he told his captor, all defiantly,
that shortly he would beat the odds and see
the butcher executed with a blade
precisely named. Impossibility?
No! For it all worked out. That debt was paid.
So now we see him inwardly afraid
just because Negan shakes a baseball bat?
St. Lawrence Grimes cannot quite make the grade?
He blubbers like a baby, just like that?
I will not spend the breath here to decry it.
The truth is that I simply do not buy it.



–Tom Riley