By Leonard Pigg

He was a sniveling type
With an acute case of pronoia
Always overdressed for the occasion
Despite the unkempt facial hair
That looked like a bird's nest
Staring at people like a confused cat
Always forcing conversation
A simpering sycophant
Grasping at any straws of human connection
Injecting himself into conversations and situations
Bombarding factoids upon anyone who stands still
Practically begging to be relevant
Ignorant of the feelings of others
He lashes out in confusion
Trilby hat on his head
Even though he always said it was a fedora
His existence was the punchline of many a joke
Even his girlfriend bad mouthed him
Which doesn't make her look much better