He lives by the seat of
His pants
Not driving a car any
Longer
He’ll do it by jaywalking
Against time and set
Social structures of
General habit.
Living the life where he
Considers himself as
Most important and
Has cultured an aura of
A wise man through his
Life’s experiences.
His eyes still flicker sparks
Of utter independence and
Pride of achieving fame
By promoting the artwork
Of his late father.
Amazing.
Persistent.
Tenacious in pursuing his
Set marketing goals
He’ll exhaust himself to
Near destruction.
He falls.
He gets ill.
But he stands up time and
Again. Again.
The poet is taking a cue
From his way of living
Although he often takes off
From his duties as a personal
Guide and assistant to the man
Of the people
Who murmurs into his breath
And is successful with women.
Always.
The amazing Mr.T
Who lives by the seat
Of his pants
Driving against time and
Set conservative social
Structures
Tirelessly promoting his dad’s
‘Art against Oblivion’.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.