He loved his Chevy, hot dogs, Hank Williams,
snow cones, and tomatoes off the vine.
He hated priests, rabbis, gurus,
preachers, and politicians.
He loved his grimy fedora, worn blue jeans,
white socks, sneakers, and old T‑shirts.
He hated animosity, racial slurs,
the F word and narrow minds.
He loved baseball, Star Trek,
buttered popcorn, and a good argument.
He hated gospel, opera,
punk rock, hip hop, and rap.
He loved afternoon barbecues,
Thanksgiving dinners, and New Year’s fireworks.
Hated salesmen, cold coffee,
undercooked eggs, and overcooked meat.
He could be kind, generous,
silent, boisterous or devil’s advocate.
He loved his mother, wife,
most of his kids, and a few of his friends.
He was disliked by some, revered by a few,
irritating and confusing to many.
He was grouchy, occasionally affectionate,
sometimes happy and always human.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 234/354.
Desert Dweller 