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Tom Cox, Local Weatherman


There are heavy rainstorms coming says Tom Cox, Local Weatherman

He too is a weatherman but unlike Dave Curren, he does not have any fans

He is a retired naturist, who also moonlights as a historian and associate at Home Depot

When it comes to horticulture, Tom Cox, Local Weatherman is also in the know

He hates the current meterologists, while at the same time pining for his mentors of the past

I never heard of any of these guys and quite frankly I am too disinterested to ask

He takes pictures of the local deer as he takes a stroll through the park

Maybe a big black bear with maul his ass if walks out into the woods too far

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, he is an expert on wildlife and that goes for the coyotes too

Sometimes I wish he would get infected with rabies by some very large raccoons

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, bragging about the flower bed he created at the local foodstore

When it comes to patting himself on the back, nobody in town does it more

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, he is also an expert on the lakes, rivers and streams

He knows every type of fish in the pond and he will tell you until you want to scream

He will tell you about the turtles, the frogs and even the tadpoles too

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, I hope a few geese fly over and shit all over you

When it comes to sandstorms, Tom Cox, Local Weatherman is also an expert

Even though he lives three thousand miles away from the Las Vegas desert

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman is also an expert on the wind gusts

But most of that hot air is coming from his mouth because he never shuts up

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, he thinks he's the smartest person in the room

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, he is just a local loudmouth, a know it all buffoon

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, giving us all of this useless information like it matters

Tom Cox, Local Weatherman, he is an old fossil, who really needs to be put out to pasture

From Dying On The Inside
Copyright 2025 Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Highly personal attack on specific local figure Tom Cox; concrete biographical details.

SparseMeasureDense

Dense accumulation of grievances and character flaws across numerous lines; rapid-fire critiques.

DarkSentimentBright

Strongly negative throughout; wishes harm, contempt, mockery dominate entire poem.

StillEnergyExplosive

Aggressive, relentless voice; escalating insults and violent imagery maintain high intensity.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 31-40 lines; extended tirade maintaining momentum across substantial length.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Some metaphor and imagery (rabies, geese shit, fossil) but mostly declarative insults.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Primarily lyric complaint but addresses 'Tom Cox' directly; quasi-dramatic confrontational tone.

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