No, because his illl-advised campaign years ago hasn't affected his work one bit, and also because we aren't bullies who force our opinion on others no matter what the consequences...right?
[i should probably change this soon...]
The Poet at Eighteen
by Dick Allen
to earn my ride
and keep the driver sharp against the traffic flow,
one night I tried
right out of my freshmen textbooks to convince
him of all things
to know thyself was best, and since
to that iron string
the search within
or with his dying gurgle will not know
that he has been
but said he'd heard
those thoughts before. His large foot worked the brake
to miss a furred
I saw him pop
a benny, swallow it with spit, then sight
the first snowdrop
"it means we'll reach
Indiana like we're on a god-damn sled."
He said that each
from town to town--
more minutes when he could not sleep, nor wear
a woman down.
he slid the truck
beside a clapboard house, and left me there, went in
to try his luck.
I looked away. A stone deer sniffed the lawn
for crusts of bread.
Freezing, wrapped in blankets, I began
to draw my face
upon the frosted mirror. It took me until then
to know my place.
Or if you like smiling. whatever.
i used to have a stick self-portrait of myself on here. i liked it, but...it got reported. so, if you're THAT douche: you're a douche. stop making your life not matter, for the kids.