he's an idiot at best and a blog hijacker at worst

he's earnest in
proper English,
in proper prose

he reads poems of
modern poets that run
paralell (sic) to his art

he can't write
a limerick
a verse
or a piece of prose

he love poems like
roses are red
violets are blue
and his love is true

he licks a boot or two
of someone he like too
much. you know who

he's a critic from the start
he doesn't like poetry
or any one dimensional art

when enough is enough for him
he comes here to fart
and in revelry he sings:

roses are red
violets are blue
I love you
my love is true

and he feels love
goody-goody love
shared by some piggy
blessed by heaven above

PS:
and of course
he likes to hijack blogs
to make someone a thing of the past
then he apologizes for forgiveness
his stupidity, his foolishness