Poetry A Bit Part in a B-Movie

I wanted to be the hard,
handsome hero
earning ten million dollars

with sculpted sinew
and rampaging manhood

that invaded the badlands,
swamps and sewers

with gas grenades
and anti-tank weapons

to sort out the dinosaurs,
ravenous zombies
and giant gorillas

that were eating lawyers,
hapless college kids

and nubile females
with partially-exposed
heaving bosoms

but I ended up with the wrong script

and there was no rippling torso
or dying worlds to save,

no inter-galactic adventures
or glorious sunsets,

no scantily-clad ladies
awaiting the chariot
of a hero’s arms,

just a limp libido,
an empty bottle
and a bit part in a B-movie.

 

[Stacey]

I fuckin love this. If the love reaction didn’t tell you.

 

[Emily]

Brilliant

(BTW, we called my brother, Michael: Mickle when we were kids! And still do, often!!)

 

[mickleinapickle]

I fuckin love this. If the love reaction didn’t tell you.

Thanks for your reaction. Damn that recalcitrant 'g'.

 

[mickleinapickle]

Brilliant

(BTW, we called my brother, Michael: Mickle when we were kids! And still do, often!!)

I appreciate your comment. Mickles of the world unite!

 

[Stacey]

Thanks for your reaction. Damn that recalcitrant 'g'.

I figure if I leave it off I’m not technically swearing…