Gangly Legs

A meek hooligan,
New in Mogli’s jungle.
A forgotten arbiter, yet young of mind.
Pigeon-toed, bow-legged,
Ribs slated, vacantly naked.
A thrashing ape, a malarial primate,
A fetus of rash and rage.
Just a shy menace, a little asshole.
A headless fly, without a soul.

A wild child, a horny devil,
The man in the moon, glazed.
The rabid dog finally faced.
A big ugly monster,
A killer in the streets,
Been killing for weeks.
And it conspires,
For it’s a liar,
Devising and etherizing,
Riding guilt’s backbone.
Gonna ride you,
So give up and give in.
Just a meek little asshole,
Built on instinct, blind of soul.