Even though you’re tall
You’re fragile and you’re small
You try and try to hide it
You build a giant wall
Your childhood was sad
You had an ornery dad
The other kids didn’t like you
You became an angry cad
Carrying the germ
You live to make men squirm
A feeble-hearted man
With the compassion of a worm
No achievement can console
Your bruised and twitching soul
Gobble and devour
You will never fill the hole
by Richard W. Bray