acts like he owns this
overgrown cow town
expects the
holier-than-thou
adoration
that started to fizzle away
ten years ago
unsubtle
male pattern baldness
shaved head
not fooling anyone
generic rock star
drives around and around town
stopping by the coffee shop
thrusting autographs into the
hands of the disinterested
we all know him here
he is no stranger
the worst kept secret
the carnal cravings
desire for youth
conquest
it scares off many a young man
cruising the street corners
the bars
the parks
unaccustomed to the advances
of those hairy knuckles
and drooping eyelids
we townspeople say
he’s creepy
but predictable
at least he’s a native
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