His chin eats up his face
How could he grin as he grimaces
His face is pointed
like a clever remark
and you can never say you didn't see it coming

His eyes are pushed back
and squeezed in
to create intensity
with a touch of insanity

He's a midget
but he does what other midgets do--
act bigger than his shoes suggest
You cannot read his mind
he is busy reading yours

As always
it is a reflection of self
If you hate good music
you hate yourself
That's what he thinks

Strong and meek
midget toes with a bird's eye view
a home in different parts of the world
and tall black girls--
he wants everything he shouldn't have