Behind Every Great Hero (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

It was his nature to be a Philistine,

to throw his weight around

as if he were a giant among men,

casting a dark shadow

fed by ego and disdain.

Is it any wonder that his wife

snuck off to the base camp of his rivals,

handed a slingshot

to the slightest of challengers

and whispered, ever so softly:

“Hit the sweet spot between his eyes.”

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