GREAT MEN
On the balcony I observe the gentle
demoiselles
baffled by boys, the clean-cheeked
swells.
The sentimental girls cannot help
having seizures of the breast
toggled by the suave lads, the brusque
conspicuous chest.
I recede into my chamber, rankled
to the core;
the chaste existence of the unattractive
is a bore.
Unable to induce swooning, one has
difficulty with women,
one spends often the wistful unproductive
hour,
although, in other realms: politics,
finance, warfare, then
for the ugly man there is power.
St-Lambert, circa 1983.
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