Let's Hear It For Goliath
who never asked to be born either,
let alone grow nine feet
tall and wind up a metaphor;
fat chance he had of
avoiding the shove from behind;
his old man no doubt gave him
a sword to teethe on,
and a scout for Philistine
host probably had him under
contract by the end of junior high;
it was a fix;
and who wouldn't have cursed
at the sight of that arrogant runt
with the sling, who
for all his psalms, would later
buy one wife with a hundred
bloody pecker-skins, and another
with a King's X on Uriah; bah,
let's hear it for Goliath, a big
boy who got bad press but
who did his job, absorbed a flukey
shot, and died with a thud.
