Never Again

Never say never.

Here he comes again,
that Never chap,
nose in the air,
all full of himself.
Smug as canned ham.
His raiment
threadbare,
he struts as if
life’s his audition.
I have known him
to slam doors, to
wear a brass-plated
bucket over his head;
so closed-minded.
And bad assassin.
Once again, he
trudges walks
as too loud.
Strict disciplinarian,
acting old nun
wielding ruler.
Adamant mallet
sledge hammer,
options limited
like tranquility is
among jackals.
Ah Never man, it
should be obvious
by now, I should
think, that it is
time to say
never.

32 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
6-25-19