He was the smartest
most counter culture, craziest
articulate
profound
his pants made of a sofa from
the seventies
the material necessary to rival Dolce and Gabbanna
his filthy beard
truly a kings mane
his energy on the dance floor
the movement of his hips
a religious experience
mom said he smelled
dad said he was a freak
this made him more thrilling still
he taught me to question
he taught me to think
he taught me to argue
perhaps mom and dad were right
perhaps he lived in the suburbs
perhaps there was irony in his cell phone
but what he gave me will never cease
to be a part of me
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