let's call him steve

I worked with a guy, let's call him Steve
who had one of these Napoleon

He was six inches shorter than me
and was full speed ahead
with his chest out
like the cock
of the walk and he'd fly
off the handle at every imagined slight

but not all his bluster
can be explained using height, the coke
had something to do with it

and I wasn't crazy about that job
but I still got it
along with my own ways to cope.

Poetry and pot are more fun than coke.