Who’s Your Hoosier?

Standing upright and soldier straight,
number 2 pencil hates to wait.
He always knows the right answer.
When the boss talks he says, “Yes Sir.”
Adoration and praise far from the truth,
righteously less conflicted as a youth

Pressure builds on blood, ambition and bile.
Something else behind self-satisfied smile
desperately wants to explode and escape.
The truth? Tears? Or maybe his lunch.

A guarded laugh
on the right path
so damn sincere.
Positions unabashed,
motive clear.

A snow-capped volcanic brain dance.
Theocratic voice of intolerance.
The logic of manure.
Chick magnate, incarnate,
yet somehow insecure.

Jealous wife in his ear.
“No casual pencil sharpening dear.”
“Gosh darn it.”

A guarded laugh
on the right path
so damn sincere.
Positions unabashed,
Motive clear.

So much providence
in every humble utterance.

Loyalty unquestioned and pure
won’t fault the big man he’ll demur.

Praise and glory in his voice,
if the red rooster was gone
you know he would rejoice.

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