Poem #7 for November Poem-A-Day challenge. Today’s prompt is to write a “pro-” poem.
Pro-Bono
Even though the glasses are a little goofy.
But hey, he’s been a star since the 80s,
And big glasses were the rage then, too.
Are there still people who call him Paul?
Old friends from high school who remember
When he would get called names because
He was an artsy kid, not a jock?
When I was in high school, all my female friends
Started breathing heavily while we watched
Rattle and Hum, cross swaying against his bare chest,
Running his hands through his long sweaty hair.
This is not a rebel song. It’s hard to be a rebel
When you’re worth 200 million dollars
And have had lunch with presidents, popes and the
Dalai Lama. Still, though, he thinks the rich countries
Should give the poor a break. He appreciates
Leonard Cohen. And he once stole a song from
Charles Manson.
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