Also, he should have a Big Mac in his hands.
Or, better yet, the word “Nazi”.
If you are ever in Chicago on a Sunday night go to the Green Mill and catch their poetry slam. IIRC it started there. Patrons are encouraged to heckle the poets. Good fun.
I’ve seen jazz shows at the Green Mill, but never a poetry slam.
They don’t like it when you heckle the jazzmen.
(Kidding! Never been there.)
I wish one of those actors who does dramatic readings of restaurant reviews (like “the food was cold and the plastic spoon they gave me hurt my lips”) on You Tube would do a reading of this poem.