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
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Highly personal attack on specific local figure Tom Cox; concrete biographical details.
Dense accumulation of grievances and character flaws across numerous lines; rapid-fire critiques.
Strongly negative throughout; wishes harm, contempt, mockery dominate entire poem.
Aggressive, relentless voice; escalating insults and violent imagery maintain high intensity.
Approximately 31-40 lines; extended tirade maintaining momentum across substantial length.
Some metaphor and imagery (rabies, geese shit, fossil) but mostly declarative insults.
Primarily lyric complaint but addresses 'Tom Cox' directly; quasi-dramatic confrontational tone.
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