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A nice bit of prose from someone who obviously has little knowledge of the facts surrounding the subject he is trying to describe. A blatant attempt by a "stall" poet (i.e. one who has honed his poetic skills on the walls of numerous truck stop restrooms) to humiliate someone who espouses the concept of personal responsibility. His endeavors at "iambic pentameter" tend to break down near the end of his little rhyme which shows his complete lack of formal training and he tends to reveal his true personality as he moves away from the subject of the misplaced chair to a more confrontational attitude toward the major character in his bit of tripe. A pronounced inferiority complex is evident from the fact that he wishes to hide his true identity behind a psuedonym. No doubt an individual with a propensity toward baldness as he emphasizes his comment about "hair" with, not one but, five exclamation marks. Finally, his disdain for women is made clear in a follow up post when he refers to "feminine behavior". By admission in the words of his poem, he portrays a behavior that he finds unacceptable but then terms it as "feminine" in the follow up. A perfect example of a "henpecked" husband who most likely comes home from pulls to be enundated with "honey-do's". In conclusion: If one does not have a dog in the hunt then it's best he leave his gun at home, too! Spotter
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