PANTLESS ROOSTER
He rules the roost.
Not a Charles Atlas kind of guy, but he rules the roost.
His physique is odd for a ruler,
better than average height but skinny legs.
Body type not well defined.
He works hard around the house,
but never has a sweat producing profession.
He wears suits, not sports coats, to work
at the Cudahy Packing Company.
Daily he prepares himself for his job,
getting roused at 6 a.m. by the bell tower
by his bed. Waking the household.
Leaving others stunned or staggering
with their own start.
Combing what little hair he has remaining,
taking solace in following and keeping
his routine. God help those who interfered
with the ticking of the clock, perking of the coffee,
or scheduled reading in the “library.”
He will walk throughout
the four room flat wearing his professionally
whitened and pressed (extra starch in the collar)
white shirt. A well-formed twisted slice of silk
is neatly woven ‘round his neck.
He paces the flat wearing shoes, socks,
pressed shirt and boxer shorts.
A strange sight for any schoolboy.
When you are the top-guy-type of salesman
you can’t show up at work or a client’s shop
with wrinkled pants.
It is clear who wore the pants,
who ruled the roost.