The Amazing Mr. Reynolds
Killer,
Thief,
Madman,
Gambler,
Jester,
Monster,
Mr. Reynolds lives in filth,
A small apartment,
With grimy walls,
And stained carpets.
He’s traveled the world,
Slept with Queens,
Drank with Pirates,
Fought with Gangsters,
Made fortunes to make a Baron blush,
And lost them in cards,
Women,
And drink.
Made more enemies than friends,
Beheld horrors never meant for human eyes,
That haunt him to this day.
He’s an old man now,
Short,
Balding,
Toadish,
Overweight.
He runs a bar with his children,
He still drinks,
Still mingles with drug dealers,
Still romances prostitutes,
Still robs banks,
Still spends long nights at a poker table,
And days sleeping off a hangover.
He is the most disgusting man who ever lived,
And an inspiration.
A degenerate criminal,
Living without shame,
Doing as he pleases,
Basking in the darkness,
Under a pile of cigars,
Laughing at dirty jokes,
Eating fatty foods.
He’s never hated himself,
Never doubted himself,
Never over-analyzed anything,
He just lived.
When he dies,
He’ll have no regrets.
He isn’t a good person,
We cannot ignore his crimes,
But I can’t help but love him.