A “big’ man they said of huge, enormous girth
His voice ring’s out… bombastic bellowing
Knowing not nuance nor much needed mirth
Red, irate…internally yellowing
He towers above all those he doth chide
Sharing with pint-sized…chip on the shoulder
Both long to belittle and to deride
Yet the “heat” from their stare feels doth colder
A man is measured by most various ways
His land, progeny, the size of his purse
But a man who’s biased fills out his days
A brash speaking coward kissed by a curse
‘Tis not height or weight that makes a man small
But ideas and heart…render him tall
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