Lucky, he’s so luckyhe knows he lucked out(as a lover of women)to be graced by a good womanhe’s gratefulexpresses gratitude freelyas wine flows freely(only take a couple freeliesbefore it starts feeling weird)love, well that’s free(too)but all that love & luckbooze & gratitudemasks like Mardi Grascovers like a sleevewhat’s tattooed on his heart(love me)(love me)(love me) (so I can love myself).
Only a guy who calls himself Herotomost could get away with this.
#8 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.